The Gamer Chapter 912 – Big Class Grind 7 – A little breather with the maid and the blank. (Patreon)

The repeated slapping of meat against meat came to an end while Nia spasmed on top of the cock filling her up. John watched her face contort ecstatically, as his magically potent cum sent her into a series of orgasms, through the Mandala Sphere. His own eyes saw fairly little at the moment, primarily the soft, pale spheres of Aclysia’s sizable ass, into which his fingers dug. With his tongue, he brought the weaponized maid to another orgasm.

Once his orgasm ended, both women rose from him, the wood of the bed softly whispering in accordance with the shifting weight. “A little more,” the Gamer told them. Both seemed happy to continue. Without any need to say anything on John’s part, Aclysia bent forwards and presented her deliciously plump backside. Nia moved to the side, as if to say that it was the maid’s turn.

“Master, my cunt is yours to use,” she sighed, the offer itself making her feel a visible rush of satisfaction. When she felt his hand, she moaned. When she felt his cock, she shouted. It penetrated her wet pussy swiftly.

“Touch me, please,” Nia pleaded, her almost emotionless tone carrying only the slightest level of need. It was a surprisingly powerful combo and John pulled her to his side. Fingering her cunt by reaching around her backside, John fulfilled that wish while he kissed her. His left was holding onto Aclysia’s hips while he thrust into her. The threesome continued with the debauched sounds of a sloppy kiss and the orgasmic screams of a maid whose pussy was shaped to perfectly accommodate her Master’s cock. A Perk whose choice she had enthusiastically agreed on.


The window didn’t make John stop. There was no way he would stop. Not while he was bringing so much pleasure to the women he loved. Not while Aclysia submissively wiggled her bum, while he slammed into her over and over again. He could feel his orgasm rising already. The tight folds gripped him so tightly. He couldn’t stop. Her pussy was just too good. He came inside her and caused the white-haired haremette to squirt all over the bedsheets, fucking her even as her artificial womb was filled to the brim.

Lust ebbed away, and a few minutes later they were all lying in the large bed. It was a bit clammy, thanks to all of the activities of the morning, but the sexual rush prevented John from caring about it. He was too occupied making out with both of the beautiful ladies. The primary part of the coitus had concluded now that he had gotten the level. That didn’t stop them from giving him a handjob. It did keep one hand away from Aclysia’s butt, though, while he invested his Stats.


He hadn’t been completely diligent in taking advantage of Experience of Love these recent days. If he had been, he would have been half a level further into the current one. Between all of the Challenges, particularly the Fateweaver ones done in isolation, he just hadn’t taken a lot of sex breaks. Putting Jack out there to do the deed had worked for quite a bit, but sometimes the concentration required to get a Challenge done didn’t allow for a separated consciousness.

Most important of all was (or had been) that he got the levels 310 and 315 cleared, as those gave extra Max Class Levels. With two weeks remaining inside the Illusion Barrier, that seemed like an easily attainable goal.

John felt Nia’s caress on his cheek. Albeit that she was smell and tasteless, the softness of her touch was far from ephemeral. “Maybe you should grow a beard,” she suddenly remarked.

‘And that makes two,’ John thought as he asked, “Why’s that?”

“I think it would look good on you.”

“I don’t want anything on my face that could tickle while I get busy between your thighs,” the Gamer responded, causing the pariah to fall in thoughtful silence. “What do you think, Aclysia?”

“I think…” Aclysia said, her calm voice whispering in sensuous tones, “…my John…” she kissed her way down his neck and to his chest. There, she looked up to him with a loving gaze. “…would look good whatever he decides.” She kissed her way back up and got to claim his lips. “…More…” she whispered as their kisses got heated. “I want more of you… Master… John… my John… More… Please…” she whined with need for lust and love.

“I’m here for you, whenever you need me,” John whispered back and pulled her on top of him. They both groaned wantonly as Aclysia’s dripping wet cunt enveloped him once again. The union of their bodies was a worldly extension of their love. Their minds intertwined in simple harmony as they came to share a slow rhythm. She was lying on top of him, her relatively small breasts squishing against his chest. They embraced each other tightly, albeit John kept one arm around the pariah by his side.

“I love you,” Nia suddenly started whispering into his ear. There was a fair amount of emotion in her voice. Dedication, love, longing and fulfilment, all weaving together into a complicated and beautiful mess of a woman that was content with her path in life and wanted to experience more of it. “Darling, I want to be with you. Forever. I want us to be happy. Us two and all of the others that you and I love. Your harem, your girls, your women, whatever you may call them. I want the years to pass alongside all of you and I want to seed new life with you.” A short pause, her fingers gently scratched through his hair, caressing his skin like her voice caressed his ears. “I would like to scratch your beard; I would take the tingling.”

John couldn’t help but laugh and stop his thrusts. Holding back all but a couple of giggles, Aclysia joined him. The erotic mood in the room was temporarily supplanted by simple amusement, at least when it came to two of them. Nia slowly blinked and tilted her head. “You say the weirdest things sometimes,” the Gamer remarked. “At the weirdest of times too.”

“I finished the thought, so I brought it up,” Nia defended herself and earned herself a peck on the tip of the nose.

“I know how you work, my dear,” John hummed in return, resuming the thrusting of his hips. “You still surprise me sometimes, is all.”

They finished up with some more fooling around before getting out of bed and the room. Downstairs, they found the house empty. Aclysia had breakfast prepared long before anyone who needed food had woken up, hence why she got to spend such a long time with John. Only the Gamer and Nia had yet to eat and both were famished from the extra hour they had spent getting John that level. They also had quite a few fluids to replace.

“What Class will you level next, darling?” Nia asked.

“Hmmm, can you say that again?” John returned a question on his own in a teasing tone.

“What Class will you level next, darling?” she repeated in the exact same tone, or rather with the exact same lack of one.

“Just the last word, if I may?”

“Darling?”

“With a bit more emotion.”

“Darling.”

“Just a bit more.”

“Darling!!!” Nia went way overboard and almost shouted the word. Sadly, not in any attractive fashion, like the panting scream that accompanied an orgasm, just loud and primitive. “Does that satisfy?” she asked, tilting her head and pulling her shoulders back.

John knew how to read her minimalistic body language. ‘Note to self, even Nia can be teased too much,’ he thought. Not that he didn’t already know that. It was just in his nature to toy with those he loved. For the most part, that was an advantage since it seemed to keep his girls entertained. Sometimes he didn’t know when to stop though. “Sorry, yes, that will be enough,” he said. “I was planning to get Arcweaver to level 3 today and then max out Arcanist. That’ll leave me with another 9 levels to spend. Still debating if I want to spread that out between several Classes or push another one to the maximum.”

A certain pet decided to pick exactly that time to make her presence known or, rather, decided that she had enough of sleeping for the moment. Velka warbled softly as she raised her head from her bed. A quadratic basket holding a cushion, it was the same kind used for dogs but with a higher rim to evoke the feeling of a cardboard box. They had experienced a number of times what kind of place Velka liked the most to sleep in. The answer was, perhaps expectedly, everything that was soft, resembled a box and had a single entrance hole, similar to a birdhouse. The last was a demand difficult to serve for a birdcat that was still growing. Velka had needed quite a few pats when she found herself unable to squeeze into her favourite box.

Incidentally, that was the same box she was currently in, just with the lid removed.

Velka followed the warble with a couple of meows and chirping, as if she had to get her voice running. By the end of her little chaotic song, she reached down to her belly with her beak. Not just to clean herself, as little as that was necessary, but also to play with the bundle of silver snuggling against her.

Of all the items in her hoard, the Silver Fur always accompanied Velka. Likely because it was the most valuable of all the things she owned, she refused to part with it and used the magical metal bunny like a kid used a comfort blanket. Seeing her sleep without it, at least when it came to the kind of sleep that lasted several hours, was a rarity. Naps without the bunny were alright. If he had tried to take her along without the Silver Fur, John would have likely been pecked at a fair bit. Eventually she would have calmed down, but the rebellious Magryph wasn’t going to be happy about the circumstances.

Nudged by its de-facto owner, the Silver Fur climbed on top of Velka’s head and was carried out by the birdcat when she effortlessly jumped out of her sleeping box. Yawning and stretching like cats tended to do, Velka made herself adorable and then trotted towards the kitchen. Once she arrived at John’s legs, she bowed down and gnawed on his big toe.

“Needy as always,” John laughed and bowed to scratch her. “You’re lucky you’re also fluffy!” His hands worked with playful aggression on her head and the rest of her body. The Silver Fur jumped off her at that point, hopping over to Nia to be something for the pariah to fulfil her petting addiction with. Velka let out a series of short high-pitched noises. Happy chirps that accompanied her playing fetch with his hands and nibbling on his fingers whenever he let her catch them. “Are you trying to bribe me to get Tamer Perks, hmm? Too bad for you I won’t. It’s not exactly smart while you’re still growing.”

He picked Velka up and watched her body elongate, until her hindlegs finally disconnected from the floor and she dangled in the air. The scruff of her neck was pushed up, giving her a chubby appearance for as long as it took John to place her on the kitchen counter. Nia placed the thoroughly scratched Silver Fur next to her, and the bunny instinctively hopped back over to Velka and hid between the talons of her front legs.

“Do you wish to feed her?” Aclysia asked, hands inside the fridge. John’s breakfast was already sitting on the counter, just a couple of steps away from the Magryph. Putting out fresh toast, buttered and covered with salami slices, would have been a pretty risky move if the weaponized maid hadn’t been around. Nobody, not even a rebellious birdcat, was taking the risk of messing with Aclysia’s kitchen. “I have numerous remains that she would likely appreciate.”

Nia combed through Velka’s fur and feathers with her hands, smoothing out what John had ruffled. “No,” came the surprising answer. The Magryph was doubtlessly hungry, but the pariah looked to Aclysia instead. “You should.”

“Are you certain?” Aclysia asked, blinking a number of times in confusion.

“Yes. I want you to be happy. Feeding Velka makes me happy.” Nia rubbed the Magryph’s ears, she purred loudly. “Let’s share. Sharing with people you care about is nice. We are haremettes. We should share all nice things, like we share our darling.”

“Our John.” Aclysia smiled approvingly and then pulled a bowl out of the fridge. It was filled with meat scraps, parts she had cut from bones or that had otherwise been left over during dish preparation. Aclysia tried to avoid buying unnecessary things, so she further used anything she could. John had no idea what she may had planned with the meat scraps, but feeding them to Velka was as good a purpose as anything.

Aclysia placed the bowl in front of Velka. The Magryph looked at it and tilted her head. Warbling with uncertainty, she looked up to Aclysia, then back down at the bowl. The tiny silver bunny sniffed at the porcelain.

“Eat,” the weaponized maid instructed. Amused, John watched the scene, eating what the maid had prepared for him. Sometimes the best contribution to a bonding moment in the harem was to say nothing.

“Velka expects to be fed,” Nia explained.

Now Aclysia tilted her head. “Am I to shove it into her throat?” she asked.

“She’s bigger than that.”

“Then what is expected of me?” The white-haired maid remained confused.

“Play with her.”

“Playing with your food is bad manners.”

“Not if you’re an adorable little Velka,” Nia stated and pulled the Magryph’s wings open. “Adorable. Greatly adorable.” Her tone left no room for disagreement.

Not knowing what else to do, Aclysia took one of the meat scraps and dangled it in front of Velka. Still somewhat uncertain, the black-and-white chimera fixed her red eyes on the raw meat. Then she snapped forwards and grabbed it. Aclysia didn’t let go, giving the small killing machine a bit of a challenge. When she let her have it, the sudden stop of resistance made Velka’s head fly backwards. The meat was launched into the air and then swiftly caught by the Magryph’s beak.

“She has her qualities,” Aclysia agreed, “when she doesn’t urinate on the floor.” The weaponized maid grabbed the next piece of meat. “This is someone who said Master doesn’t deserve his harem,” she spoke slowly and softly to the Magryph, dangling the food just out of Velka’s range. “Someone who said Master is a bad person. What do we do with those that cause Master distress, Velka?” Aclysia tossed the food at the birdcat, who caught it and wolfed it down in one bite. “Very good.”

John rinsed down the last few bits of his breakfast with orange juice. “Are you fine with teaching Velka attack commands?” he asked Nia in an amused tone.

“She’ll be big and strong. She should know how to fend for herself,” Nia responded. “She’ll be a very effective asset. If someone harms her, they won’t ever be an asset for anything ever again.” John felt just the tiniest bit of creepiness simmer into the room.

Regardless, he supported those statements.