The Gamer Chapter 1075 – Final Grind of the Year 5 – Harem Sparring (Patreon)

A cloud of ash and dust exploded into existence. Within, two forms rapidly moved, both radiating light that faintly permeated the grey smoke. One was the form of a tall woman, outlined by a network of orange cracks that covered most of her body in the pattern of dried soil. The other was nearly impossible to discern, her light originating from four streaks of bloody red that pulled after hair. In rare glimpses of ease in the combat, one could see the structure of butterfly wings formed from that crimson.

John walked around the edge of that ashen screen, trying his best to keep up with the ongoings within. Among the haremettes, it was often difficult to find equally matched sparring partners, especially right now. Only for John and his familiars was the progress neatly synchronized, for everyone else the several layers of talent, individual realizations, and growing habits of their Innate Abilities caused their progress to divert in mild or major ways.

The Gamer ability made growth fairly linear. Yes, John did have stretches in which he levelled a lot faster than usual, but those usually went along with higher time invested into grinding sessions. Constant training helped everyone else as well, there was no doubt about it, but when it came to increases in magic, there was a certain bumpiness,

Observing Rave’s progress through time, she had gone through stretches where her increase in power had been fairly gradual, only for her to suddenly explode in power when she managed to do something specific. Making her contract with Copernicus, learning her cat form, breaking through her exhaustion limit and realizing her Babel Phrase, to quarter melding with her summoned partner, all had provided her with a sudden bump in might. The other girls were fairly similar.

At the moment, the power levels were all over the place. Nia was reasonably close to the rest of the harem, Lydia was falling behind because she didn’t get to train against challenging opponents as much, and Scarlett and Lee barely deserved to be called superhuman, compared to the rest of them.

Top of the food chain was Nathalia, but that was no longer a doubtless status, as her current match with Eliana proved. In theory, if the melding ever properly concluded, Eliana would have the accumulated martial arts knowledge of Eliza, the sheer power of Thana, and the absurdly powerful blood magic they both used. Thana had been able to defeat Nathalia on her own before. To be fair to the dragoness, she specialized in the destruction of whole landscapes, which hadn’t been something she was allowed to unleash back in Rome. Regardless, the favourite between the two was clear.

That was, if Eliana ever managed to properly combine both sides of herself.

Within the cloud of ash, a flurry of movements ended with Nathalia grabbing Eliana by a leg and whirling her around. John’s eyes and mind were faster than his body. The only way he could dodge the supersonic projectile the pretty little psycho turned into was by Magus Stepping out of the way.

Mildly worried, John looked after the smouldering ball of burning clothes. Bloodburn shrieked with the familiar sounds, strangely similar to technologically distorted violins, while Eliana bounced several times over the green plain, scattering grass and dirt into the air where she landed. Catching herself on one of the structures Gnome had erected, she crouched on the vertical wall and then pushed herself off before gravity could get its word in.

Flying back towards the ash cloud, she was met by Nathalia leaping out in a similar fashion. Eliana’s body was engulfed in an aura of crimson red, the sign of a martial artist.

It was to no avail; Nathalia caught the smaller woman’s face in her open claw. Once the dragoness touched the ground, Eliana was smashed down into the same and kept down. Violent anger was manifested in a scream that reverberated in the ground. A skinless extension of her spine ripped out of Eliana’s lower back, a tail of bony white ending in a pointy tip. It threatened to sting Nathalia’s side, but was whipped aside by the dragoness’ own quickly manifested tail. Black as volcanic glass, it kept fencing with Eliana’s fifth limb while the failed goddess attempted to get up. It was a raw contest of strength and one during which Eliana several times seemed almost able to throw off the Flame of Destruction.

Ultimately, however, Eliana failed. Her tail relaxed, her arms dropped into the grass, and her bone-armour clad body went limp. When the smooth mask that shielded her face dissolved, Nathalia nodded approvingly and then stood up.

That was how their engagements always went. Because of Bloodburn and Thana’s latent strength, Eliana should have the physical power to overpower Nathalia, at least in her humanoid form. That she didn’t was a sign of poor coordination.

“Getting better,” Nathalia commented nonetheless. “Perhaps you should have used a martial art to get behind me?”

“All of the fucking Ankle Techniques that I have saved in my crazy-ass brain only work while I have at least one of my tiny shitty feet on the ground,” Eliana cussed herself out while getting up. With one hand, she tore what little remained of her clothes off her body. “I shouldn’t have run the way back… Jooooooohn, your dummy thick sex slave destroyed another outfit for her whore body!”

Although John was more than used to Eliana’s hijinks, it was a bit of a different feeling to hear her talking like this while she was covered in her bone armour and with the four segments of Bloodburn, shaped roughly similar to moth wings, singing behind her back. That was to say, John had an incredibly potent wish to push her down right this moment.

There was a lot of pleasure in dominating Eliana because she was just that great of a submissive. Dominating her when she was at her strongest, now that scratched a different itch. ‘I’ve never fucked her while she was in this state,’ John realized and looked over her curves hungrily. There was a slight change in the way her bone armour was arranged, a subconscious one no doubt. Whenever Thana had first used the exoskeleton, it had been so thick that it made her seem more like an insect than a human. With Eliza having influence on the design, the disgust for human resemblance was muted from genocidal to eyebrow-raising levels, and the presence of John did the rest.

An exoskeleton formed from human bones with blood flowing visibly between the gaps as crimson, semi-crystallized highlights was not sexy in its own right. Her body was, however, and since the plates now stuck tighter to that shape, the result was enticing to John by extension. The calcification also turned her skin a pale, bone white as a side effect, which gave her a different beauty.

“You cause me so many issues,” John sighed in an overexaggerated fashion. “I deserve some recompense. Show me your tits. Keep the rest of the bone armour on.”

Eliana was a bit confused by that command, but she obeyed with submissive glee in her eyes regardless. The bone was absorbed back into her body in a process that was comparable to water seeping through a filter. Once the last bit of bone was gone, her tits were left as pale as her face and crowned by areolas the colour of ripe apples. The colour combination was no less inhuman than her usual purple-tinted appearance, so he could work with it. The hardened tissue that surrounded her squishy chest was less to John’s liking.

“Get rid of the rest of the bone on your torso as well,” he commanded.

“Yes, Master.” Eliana lowered her eyes, shifting slightly where she stood as the continuous retreat of her exoskeleton caused shivers of pleasure to roll through her. When the final bits, including her tail, had gone away, she let out a long moan.

John smiled, now treated to exactly the sight he wanted. While her limbs remained covered in the, often sharp, protrusions, and her skin pale, her body was all visible. From her decently sized breasts down the flat midriff to her wide hips, the hourglass figure of the short nubile was as enticing as ever. Her pussy was the same red as her nipples.

“I will get to you in a second,” he promised Nathalia while approaching. The dragoness was not pleased to be a mere onlooker of perverted happenings, but took the guarantee with crossed arms. Circling around Eliana, inspecting his submissive with a critical eye, he made sure her backside was every bit as presentable as her front. From her shoulders to her butt, all looked fine.

Visually pleased, John stopped back in front of her and touched her midriff with two fingers. The dark blue of the Lover’s Will mark rose starkly from the white skin. Trailing over it, John found that it was colder than usual, but smoothness and softness remained unchanged. He got to her tits and gave them a sadistic smack. Eliana’s legs bucked while her pussy grew wetter with each second. The movement prolonged the jiggle of her breasts. There seemed nothing unusual there either.

“Your body is just always perfect to be used,” John hummed and grabbed the pretty little psycho by the throat. Forcing her on her knees, he whipped out his cock and smacked it across her face. Greedily, the nymphomaniac masochist breathed in the scent of his manhood. Her lips, a bleached pink in her current form, opened wide, gasping in anticipation. Looking down at the inhuman Eliana, with her crimson wings and white body, John was struck by a desire to make things just a tad more monstrous in aesthetics. “Can you grow horns for me?”

Eliana slowly nodded. With her body manipulation abilities, few things were impossible. That she never used them to change herself spoke to a level of happiness with her body that nothing would have gotten her to admit. Although an off-handed comment about her thighs being not perfectly thick but fat could easily topple that confidence.

Two simple horns of bone grew from her temples. They were a bit crude and asymmetrical, but John wasn’t bothered by this, especially once he grabbed both of them and used them as handles to direct Eliana’s lips to the tip of his cock.

John was anticipating a proper face fuck to satisfy both of them. Something completely alien happened in the process. Something so unreasonable and unexpected, John couldn’t believe it at first despite noticing it fairly quickly. Eliana’s expression showed a tinge of irritation. Her tongue didn’t work as enthusiastically, her moans weren’t as loud, and she generally seemed less into it than the hardcore submissive should have been.

As a good dominant, John’s only choice upon realizing this was the case was to pull out and ask, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is fucking wrong, keep using me!”

“Eliana…” John pulled her by the freshly grown handles, forcing her to tilt her head and look up at him. “As your Master, it is my obligation, no, my privilege to take care of you in whatever ways I find most effective to satisfy my desires using your need to serve and be punished. My satisfaction is entirely dependent on how well I understand your needs. Do you understand that?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Then tell me what you don’t enjoy right now. Is your body less sensitive in this form? Are you uncomfortable? You’re my property, Eliana, and I don’t treat my property poorly or use my tools in ways they aren’t intended for. A good little slut like you deserves to be treated properly.”

Eliana’s skin got a little bit of colour back at the compliment. She moved her head around, considering the question. “I don’t like the horns,” she told him, when she had found an answer. “It’s not the fucking same if you don’t grab my fucking head and claw into my cum-craving skull while you fuck my slutty face, Master.”

‘Huh, the many things I would never think about,’ John thought and told her. “Do away with them then.”

“But… don’t you like blowjob handles on your cum buckets, Master?” Eliana pouted.

“I like them – a lot,” John said, glancing over to Nathalia. “They are not mandatory to my enjoyment, though. I’m happiest if you enjoy yourself. You want to make your Master happy. Right?” Eliana nodded and John let go of her horns. “Then make them go away so I can grab you properly.”

Enthusiastically, the subby small slut nodded a second time, and the horns were gone in a matter of seconds. The face fuck that followed had the regular enthusiasm. Only because John didn’t allow her to, did Eliana not cum even while he was spurting his load down her throat. He pulled out and looked at the smuttily armoured variant of his masochistic submissive one more time.

There were a few things that needed fixing so she was truly fuckable in this state. Most importantly, the armour on the inside of her thighs needed to be removed so he didn’t chafe himself during the act. Similarly, although John thought it was part of what made this different appearance hot, the claws didn’t need to be sharp and neither did she need thorns around her shoulders.

All of that could be worked out in time though.

“Nathalia, for your patience, you can do whatever you want with her and Jack for the next hour,” John told the dragoness and stepped back. Seeming slightly disappointed, Eliana pouted again. “The first time I fuck you in that form, I want to properly enjoy it,” he explained to her. “Don’t worry, it’ll happen soon enough.”

“An acceptable recompense.” The goddess of volcanoes smirked and grabbed John by the collar. Bowing down to his lips, she whispered, “A kiss, before you go, my mate.”

He met her halfway and the two of them made out while Eliana reverted fully to her nude, normal state. Nathalia’s scales vanished under her skin as well. Obviously, they would get in the way during what she had planned next. A couple of them stayed, framing her face and decoratively covering her arms and legs. That was something she did regularly though, especially when she was domming.

John walked away asNathalia made Eliana eat her out while Jack pushed his cock into her back entrance. His steps brought him over to Metra, Scarlett and Lee. The last of those three failed to notice his approach, lying on the floor, breathing heavily, and whining, “I can barely feel my legs, there are earthquakes from the literal gods fighting three metres over, and my mind is strained by the time dilation… why am I doing this?”

“Because you fucking suck,” Metra answered, her friendly tone taking the harshness out of her words. The kick she delivered to Lee’s side was similarly soft. “Come on, newbie, you worked yourself into shape, now use that shape for something useful.”

Scarlett took a gulp of water from a bottle. Wearing yoga pants and one of John’s shirts, the androgynous technomancer looked every part the sportsy tomboy at the moment, sweaty and flushed as she was. That wasn’t actually her type of character, but she rocked the look. “If you need a motivating factor, just open your eyes,” she said after putting the bottle down.

Lazily, Lee opened one eye, then the other one, blinking a couple of times. Unsurprised by John standing there, she greeted him with, “Why do I even wear clothes if you’re just going to have your dick hanging out, dude?” After a couple moments, she corrected herself, “Standing out.”

Her clothes were part of the reason why his dick went from semi-flaccid back to fully erect. Like Scarlett, she was wearing sportswear. Flexible pants and a tight top left nothing about her curves to imagination and the swirly lines below her bellybutton peeked out in the gap between the two articles of clothing.

“To be fair, I just used it,” John said, only for a distant explosion to catch his attention.

“Did Nathalia create a smouldering crater again?” Lee asked.

John turned his head in the direction of the sound. His sight zoomed in on the origin of the quickly rising cloud of smoke, courtesy of a seldom used Agility Perk. “Seems like Nia is training by attempting to delete Salamander’s meteors mid-flight.”

Scarlett groaned and rolled her neck. “Fantastic, so it will sound like the Middle East around here for the next few hours.”

“Well, maybe that’ll teach you to perform under stress,” John joked back.

“Like I need that.” The technomancer rolled her eyes. “Now get up so I can throw you down again.”

“How am I weaker than you?” Lee groaned while she fought herself to her feet. “You should be debuffed to hell with all the shit you put in your body.”

“Winner gets a dedicated Sybian torture session,” John told them while walking away.

Neither of the two girls acted interested, but they all knew better. Behind him, John heard Metra say, “I know I am being fucking obvious, but how about you DON’T let her grab your arm each time, Lee?”

“I have good hand eye coordination, not head arm coordination, okay?!”

Laughing, the Gamer aimed at a stone hut that had been erected a bit further out. There was a single, small entrance. He would have needed to crawl to get in. Just peeking instead, John saw the light radiating from his girlfriend and her familiar inside. They were doing meditative exercises to train mana channels and maybe figure out a way for Rave to hide her cat features. They were still fairly certain it was possible and it would be useful to figure out.

The elementals were elsewhere, either overseeing the training between Nia and Salamander or doing their own exercises in team coordination. They couldn’t increase their direct power by training, but there were always other avenues of improvement.

‘Seems like everyone is doing their best,’ John thought. ‘I shouldn’t slack off either.’