The Gamer Chapter 1027 – Season 3 Arc 7 Start – Dragon Maids (Patreon)

“What do you mean by tha-“ John asked only to be met with a familiar clicking sound. “-did you just hang up on me?” the Gamer asked and looked at the display, confirming the obvious. “Urgh!” he exclaimed and tossed the phone back on the counter. “I thought the worst thing rats are supposed to spread is the plague, not giant fucking blue balls.”

All over the room, the girls ceased their activities to look at the above average irritation of their lover. “Whatcha on about?” Rave spoke up for all of them.

“Richard said that killing a god may be enough to convince Nathalia to come back,” the Gamer stated.

That caused the majority of the women around to perk up, with Scarlett and Thana being the notable exceptions. Even Lee, who had never met the goddess of volcanoes, was deeply interested in this news. “Isn’t that a good thing?” the young Fateweaver asked.

“Yes, but I still hate being teased about it.” The Gamer moved to the dinner table, sighing as he dropped down on the chair next to Thana’s. “We can do nothing but wait on that front. Not that we don’t have other things to do.” With that, the room quickly returned to normalcy. The conversations, and most likely thoughts, in the room naturally changed to be about the dragoness. ‘How long has it been?’ John wondered and calculated back. ‘It was towards the end of January… almost a year now…’

That wasn’t that long in the grand scheme of things, but to John it felt like an eternity. Especially with all of the things that had happened since. In terms of levels, he was about three times as powerful now as he had been at the end of the Five Days War. In realistic terms, John thought he was at least five times stronger. Improved Stat scaling, all of the additional Class levels, and the associated Perks all left him in a position where he could have crushed his younger self. He still wasn’t a worthy opponent for Nathalia, not even close, but he would be in time. To him, it was more important that he was a worthy partner anyway.

‘Not that I won’t scold her for the way she left me,’ John told himself. ‘After I hug and kiss her. And probably do much more than that. Can’t imagine Nathalia is in a good state after all of this time.’

With her Libido of 130, she was no longer the horniest woman in John’s harem (that title went to Sylph with a rating of 162). That didn’t change the fact that she was a nymphomaniac of the extreme variety and one that only had her fingers to use for almost a year. Her thirst for action must have been insatiable. John would have guessed that would be comparable to their first meeting, but that had been after she had hibernated for a few hundred years, not after she stayed wholly conscious for one. The only real relief she had gotten during that time were the two times an avatar of hers had taken part in one of the orgies of the harem. How well that worked to satisfy her real body, John did not know.

What state exactly she was in was, all in all, up for speculation. John assumed they wouldn’t get to talk a whole lot in the first hour of their meeting.

They went on to eat, which was incredibly uneventful despite the unusual guest at the table. Thana ate quietly, avoided eye contact, and left the moment the post-meal conversations began to encourage tongue movements of a different kind. On her way out, John called out, “You should thank Aclysia for the meal.”

Thana stopped in the doorframe and looked over her shoulder with a blank face. Her lips parted slightly, then she walked away. Gnome closed the door behind the failed goddess. ‘Small steps,’ John thought, ‘as long as Eliza is recovering, Thana has to keep coming to terms about the fact that she has empathy now… in a way it might be best if Eliza needs a while…’ the Gamer made a sour expression, ‘…I really want my pretty little psycho back though.’

There was a distinct popping sound from underneath the table. “Am I doing bad?” Lee asked, probably left uncertain about her blowjob skills due to John’s unrelated grimace.

“No, no,” he was quick to dissuade her. “You’re improving really nicely.”

“Not like I practiced a whole lot of other stuff recently,” the young Fateweaver said and kissed the side of his shaft. “I love this thing…” she mumbled, “…can’t believe how ecstatic it makes me to have it in my mouth.” She wrapped her lips around the tip and bobbed up and down a couple of times. “Gaia, it’s so much better every time I try it.”

“And that’s how you make a gamer girl a well-behaved girlfriend,” John joked.

“I’d enjoy this more if you’d shut your trap,” Lee told him.

“I doubt it. Anyway, let’s relocate.” He made a gesture with his head towards the couch. It was a more comfortable place and there was more than sexual foolery to engage in today. He helped Lee up, they took the short walk over, and then she was on her knees again. Gnome and Undine decided they wanted to get in on that action, while the rest of the harem scattered over the couch in their usual ways. Only Aclysia and Beatrice were left behind, cleaning up the dishes.

The two elementals had the courtesy of primarily watching and supporting Lee as she continued her blowjob. Her lips slid up and down the length of his shaft, while Gnome and Undine brushed her hair back and kissed her or John’s balls where they could sneak it in. In terms of oral service, Lee was gradually approaching the level of the other haremettes. Practice makes perfect and this kind didn’t leave her as thoroughly exhausted from pleasure as their regular intercourse did. It still had an effect on her though, as it had on every other haremette, courtesy of her perverted nature, the incredible taste of John’s precum, and the rewarding surge of pleasure that rushed through her whenever his cum filled her up.

Something that happened right that moment. John let out a long, satisfied sigh while cumming down Lee’s throat. The repeated surges of seed grew more intense when John watched his newest conquest lose control over her facial features. Her tongue never ceased to massage the sensitive underside of his dick, though, every last drop getting milked from him before Lee slowly backed off.

“Fucking…” she cussed, while letting out high-pitched gasps, “…so good… I almost want to stay on my knees for the rest of my life…” She gulped heavily, deliberately slowing her breathing. “I can’t believe you ever wanted to keep this from me, dude. That would’ve been super mean!”

“First, I never WANTED to keep it from you, I just have more respect for your parents than you do,” John told her. “Second, I would have considered it had I known how fragile you are. Undine, how much is she dripping on my carpet?”

“Dude, are you seriously asking Undine – the slime girl – how much I’m drip-aaaaah!” Lee’s sassy response was lustfully ended by a loud moan. It was the first of many, Undine’s fingers (or tentacles, John didn’t have the usual luxury of a second perspective to check) doubtlessly probing their target thoroughly.

“A lot,” Undine gave a concise answer, before leaning towards Lee and claiming her lips for herself. The abysstide elemental was quite pushy in that pursuit – literally, as she made Lee topple over. While the lesbian engagement on the floor escalated, Undine split in two. The second body joined Gnome in the renewed worship of John’s cock.

The Gamer was considering if he wanted to perhaps continue Lee’s training instead. As much as he loved the attention, he would have loved it more if Lee was finally able to take his manhood properly. The thought process was put on halt when Aclysia and Beatrice joined him on his segment of the couch. What had been an armchair widened to allow their bubble butts to snugly fit on either side of him. The curvature of the backrest was perfect for them to cuddle up to him. One after the other, he kissed them. His hands did more than just sit on their shoulders, exploring their breasts and smooth, pale skin however he liked, until he had welcomed them satisfyingly.

“No…” Aclysia mewled quietly, when he took his hand off her. Her entire body snuggled up close to his right side, as if to compensate.

“It’s only fair that I take my hand off you when I start with you,” John told her and kissed her on the forehead again. “Shouldn’t take too long.”

Because of the rewarded Skillpoints he had gotten from the wave of recent Achievements, John could pick some more upgrades for his maids. As was usual, that pursuit began with the elder of the two. To give Aclysia what she wanted most in life, his attention, he decided to quickly get the show on the road.


Same as always, John increased her Strength.


‘Two repeats and a replacement for the Perk we took last time,’ John thought, already aware what the choice was most likely to be. He personally continued to favour Juggernaut for its anti-crowd control capabilities. While his priority was to ensure Aclysia’s wellbeing, the weaponized maid was more interested in keeping him safe. Therefore, her logical choice was different from his.

“I prefer Aid,” she therefore stated. It was hard to argue with that choice. In theory, she could break out of restraints by using Aid to teleport to someone’s, well, aid and out of whatever shackles she was in. It was more generally applicable as well and boosted the other two spenders she already had. While the amount of Devotion built was pretty awful, the standard seemed to be 5% for a 30 second cooldown, the effect itself was so powerful that it couldn’t be downplayed.

Since it was so hard to argue against it, John decided to not even try and just go as his first maid suggested. Aid was chosen and they were presented with the Perk of this round of upgrades.


‘The prudent choice would be Grey Dragon,’ John thought, stroking his chin. ‘Assuming, however, that Beatrice will get the same Perks, which is a pretty safe call to make, it would be wiser to go with either Black or White Dragon. The specialized Stat Bonuses would be more useful and the wording implies that the metal enrichment would be quicker with them.’ “Any preferences?” he asked the weaponized maid.

“No, Master, the choice is yours,” she told him, already aware of what he tended towards.

“Alright… Black Dragon for you then.” The moment he confirmed the choice, the transforming wave of light started to crawl over Aclysia’s skin. Although the orange light, originating from the gemstone above her sternum, was harmless, the weaponized maid still backed off. A precautionary move with a good reason, as her claws and scales first manifested and then expanded. Where they had previously ended just above the wrist and ankles, they now crept up all the way to elbows and knees. Two horns sprouted from the sides of her head, on the upper edge of her temples. They were as pointy as her ears, curved softly in parallel to her skull. Their black colour contrasted sharply with Aclysia’s silvery white hair. It suited her in the same way the black of her maid uniform suited her.

John couldn’t suppress his curiosity and reached out. They were covered in rings, like the horns of an antelope, and quite comfortable to grasp. With her implicit agreement, he gave them a little tug. They didn’t stretch or flex whatsoever, he just pulled her head along and ultimately back to his side. “I’ll have fun with those,” he hummed, always a fan of sturdy blowjob handles. Aesthetically speaking, he found them alright. For proper dragon horns, they struck him as a little short. ‘The process is probably not finished yet.’

“I am pleased to know my appearance meets your approval, Master,” the weaponized maid purred, revealing her sharpened canines in the process. Her smile looked more dangerous now, in an oddly pleasing way. John moved his hand to her chin and pulled her pretty pink lips down with his thumb. She opened her mouth readily, her elongated tongue slithering out and winding around the digit.

“Incredible.” The Gamer’s mind was running wild with the possibilities. Other girls in his harem already possessed a monstrous tongue and he welcomed the addition. This was one of the few things where he could say that it was a definitive improvement. Smaller and bigger breasts catered to different tastes, same could be said for the varying shapes legs and butts could take. A long tongue could do everything a short one could and more.

Aclysia retracted the scales and claws, leaving her as soft and smooth as she usually was, and John gestured towards the floor. “How about we try these improvements of yours?” he asked. The dragon maid readily took the invitation and the place Undine and Gnome had occupied until now. They’ve had their fair share by now and knew they would get more later. Tradition in the harem had it that transformations were given their space to have their novelty sampled.

The moment his dick was inside her mouth, John took the lead and forcefully grabbed her horns. Functioning just as well as he had hoped, he manhandled her – to both of their enjoyment. He used her for a couple of minutes, only calming down after he came inside her once. Afterwards, he left her to experiment with her long tongue while he tended to Beatrice. The passive maid was showing an uncharacteristic amount of emotion on her face and seeing her pout made him weak.


Same as ever and done.


‘Interesting,’ John thought, looking at the General choice. Swing was a resource that regenerated incredibly fast. It maxed out, most recent bonus included, at 120 and regenerated at a rate of 55 per second. Because of this, Beatrice could chain-cast her, admittedly few, abilities. The only problem was that the Minor Upgrade was the only way to raise Swing they had found so far. ’25 Swing generation is the equal of 200 Wisdom. That’s a bit much to ask for. I’d rather have her be able to use Needle Assault repeatedly.’

Because of Needle Assault’s synergy with Perfect’s Crescendo enchantment, it was an absolutely absurd offensive tool. Both attack and enchantment didn’t deal that well with armour though, so Sunder was definitely a good pickup. Cease Momentum, on the other hand, was just a ‘win more’ condition. Unsteady Limb and Twist Position already allowed Beatrice to outmanoeuvre almost all of her opponents. The last time she would need extra speed was after her enemy gave her an opening.

So, Sunder it was.


John had already made his mind up here and Beatrice raised no protest. The button was clicked, the transformation went its way, and by the end the passive maid was once more an incredibly pleasing mirror to Aclysia. White horns, blue gemstone, and pale scales, all of them of the exact same shape but opposite colour. The symmetry and contrasts were absolutely wonderful.


A boring but simple choice and John was in absolute agreement with Gaia’s reasoning. He picked the Flexible Inventory, because it was Beatrice’s main stat, and that was done.


The simple Reset, like the last time.

Waiting only for the hint of a gesture, Beatrice joined the other dragon maid on the floor. With the symmetry serving him on either side of his cock, its true beauty was consolidated. Seeing the aesthetics of a maid outfit reflected even in their draconic features was pure satisfaction. A pleasure above was how they used their long tongues together.

‘And now we wait for Richard,’ John thought, before giving himself fully to the moment.