The Gamer Chapter 1093 – New Year’s 4 – In the New Year (Patreon)

Sad as the speech he had just given was, now that he had gotten it over with, he could enjoy the three universal pick-me-ups: alcohol, companionship, and a good view. Not only could he enjoy those three, he could indulge in the best version of them, that being his favourite variety of alcohol, the companionship of his beloved haremettes, and the view from atop his Palace, right to the feet of Lady Liberty.

The first drink of the new year was a mojito, a beverage consisting of lime, rum, cane sugar, fresh peppermint and sparkling water. It squarely fell in the category of ‘really dangerous’ drinks. The rum taste was effectively overpowered by sweetened lime and mint, which was a delicious mixture, and the sugar helped the alcohol enter the bloodstream. The result was a quick and fairly intense buzz.

As for the female companionship, he was sadly limited to one body. Sitting at the edge of a giant plinth, only so many partners could cuddle up to him. At best three, two if he didn’t want an overenthusiastic nuzzling to send him tumbling down the façade of his Palace onto the top of the star fort. In other words, with what reason remained between sips of strong cocktails, two were the maximum.

Enjoying the view with Metra under his left arm, a drink in his right hand, and Nathalia hugging onto that side, was fairly easy. Explosions kept rising from the clusters of activity all across the city, with the occasional flash from a mostly uninhabited area here and there. The Hudson Barrier was still scarcely populated compared to the real New York City, but Abyssals had more money and enthusiasm to celebrate. That it was the first New Years most of them could celebrate in a large community without fear of getting mugged or abducted certainly helped.

John squeezed Metra’s butt. His hand had easily invaded the minimal bit of stretchable fabric that her hotpants represented. The smooth skin of her bouncy backside pleasingly gave in under his fingers, while also conveying that firm feeling of muscles.

“I… hmm,” Nathalia spoke up and then fell silent again almost immediately.

“What’s the matter?” John asked, sipping on his drink. The only reason he wasn’t absolutely hammered yet was Momo and Beatrice insisting on regular water intake. Right now, he was blessed with another mojito though.

“I lack the word to express what I mean,” the dragoness growled, as if this was somehow the language’s fault.

“Then just-“ Rave, who was otherwise standing two metres away and talked to other haremettes, started.

“I refuse to say it in my tongue. What point is there to me learning this lowly language if I cannot wield it appropriately.” Nathalia grabbed John’s drink and emptied it. “Two more of these,” she demanded.

“At once.” Aclysia obediently retrieved the glass and Nathalia’s empty bucket and walked to the assortment of cooling boxes they had put up there for ease of access. Watching someone blend a cocktail with the kind of wooden spoon usually reserved for soup was almost comedic. John couldn’t help but snicker when he got his already tall glass and Nathalia got her bucket. They toasted and drank an equal amount in terms of percentage.

Nathalia placed the bucket next to her and wrapped her arms around John again. The taller woman pressed her naked breasts against his shoulder, while leaning down to his ear. She whispered, “A word about strong liking, different from love, help me, father of my children.”

“Appreciate?” John suggested.

“Appreciate… yes, that would work,” Nathalia hummed. “I appreciate this tradition. The explosions amuse me.”

“Well, someone has to counteract Velka’s suffering,” John said and looked over his shoulder. The birdcat had found them as soon as they made their way back to the Palace and had since been doted on by Nia and Eliana. Regularly, Velka was pretty bold, but something about the steady stream of rockets had her spooked. ‘Good thing we already blew up all we had here,’ he thought. The remains of the batteries and remote detonation mechanisms were still around. The waste would be eaten by the slimes and the cables removed by technical staff in the morning.

“I’ll be back in a sec,” Salamander announced and flew straight upwards. Fire illuminated the top of the Statue of Liberty for a moment. The torch absorbed that fire, burning with renewed vigour. The torch had been a gift for Salamander’s birthday and she used it quite often. Tonight, it looked particularly impressive.

“Yay, pretty lights,” Sylph babbled, bouncing around drunk and happy.

John had enough of straining his neck and laid down on his back. Nathalia followed along immediately, but Metra took the chance to undress. “Nobody is coming here anymore, right?” the First of Wrath asked.

“As if it would bother you if anybody did.” The Gamer grinned and swiftly had a crop top thrown in his face. No sooner had he pulled the still warm cloth from his head, than the brown beauty it belonged to threw her hotpants at him in its stead. Once that, too, was gone, the Gamer had free view of Metra’s body.

The blonde berserker babe’s hair was bound up by a grey metal ring. Her brown skin was illuminated by the unsteady flashes of light all around, causing her small breasts to cast various shadows. The toned shape of her midriff was the summary of her entire body: muscular but not to a degree that made her unappealing. Flat and athletic, the only thing decorating her middle section was the heart-shaped mark between her navel and her crotch.

Metra laid down next to him, propping up her head with one of her arms and stroking over his shirt with the index finger of her other hand. Her pinkish brown lips formed a smile that reflected in her green eyes. “Why are you still wearing clothes, my king?” she asked.

“A worthwhile question,” the other chocolate beauty asked, her hand trailing directly to indecent places and grabbing his package firmly. “Why are these pants still in the way of my amusement?”

“How about we keep the first time of the year until we’re sober?” John suggested.

“I refuse,” Nathalia stated, already opening his pants.

The Gamer’s resolve crumbled immediately. “Guess my hands are tied then.” With a couple of taps, he made his clothes disappear. That he had the ability to detect scrying magic now made him even more willing than before to have outdoor sex. He didn’t care if someone watched him fuck, trying to blackmail him with a sextape was akin to trying to blackmail Bear Grylls with a video of him drinking piss at a party. Therefore, his fear of being watched had only been a minimal deterrent – as proven by the many times he already did have outdoor sex. This new ability simply removed the last vestiges of discomfort.

Nathalia was hungrily leaning towards his cock when Aclysia approached them. “Master, if I may suggest, you should take a seat,” she said, while unfolding a camping chair. It was the staple seat that could be bought for a pretty low price in practically any large convenience store when the BBQ season rolled around. It was also the most comfortable thing John had ever sat in. At least his drunk mind thought so. The cup holder was perfect for his tall glass.

“Aclysia, Beatrice, could you join Nathalia?” he requested. It was immediately followed, the two maids obediently sitting down to either side of the already positioned dragoness. The dark red lips of the goddess wrapped greedily around his member and she slipped all the way down to the base. Nathalia had no intention to share, leaving the two draconic maids to stare up lovingly at their Master. The entire reason why he had asked them to join was for the aesthetic of the three horned women sitting side by side.

John felt pretty good about the fact that his first sexual experience of the year was a blowjob. It just tingled his dominant side. What he felt less good about was the disgruntled glare Metra gave him. “What the fuck, dude?” she asked, clearly pissed that she got passed when she had gotten the ball rolling in the first place.

“Come here,” John told her and waved with a finger. Eager, the First of Wrath stepped up to the side of the chair and moaned when her chosen king rubbed her glistening cunt with his fingers. The teasing quickly transformed into fingering, then into a rapid working of her cunt.

Under the influence of the alcohol and with his dominant side already catered too, he had no mercy and no sense of pacing. Metra’s legs soon started to quiver, as she stood motionless. The anger on her face made way for a blank, lustful expression. Like a bitch in heat, her tongue lolled out as she panted. Soon she came, her insides squeezing John’s drenched fingers.

The Gamer followed quickly, Nathalia’s blowjob as relentless in her hunger as he had been in his desire to see Metra squirm. Groaning, he came down the dragoness’ throat. Every last drop was wrung out by her long, nimble tongue and the vibrations of her cum-fuelled, orgasmic screams.

While they remained up on the roof, their sexual escapades remained on this, by their standard, tame level. When the time approached two in the morning, the amount of rockets flying around had diminished to the occasional stray explosion every other minute. With the number of pretty explosions, their enthusiasm to remain outdoors waned and they moved back to their apartment. With all of the drinks, of course.

Once he was on the Harem Couch, John’s drunk mind had to admit that this was superior in every way. “Change request,” Rave said, after she returned from the bathroom. “Can we have more than one toilet in our new apartment?”

“If you think that’s necessary,” the Gamer responded, sipping on a glass of water. They weren’t stopping anytime soon and Momo still looked out for his hydration. He looked around the room. Of the present people, only himself, Rave, Lee, Nia, Scarlett and Lydia needed to use the bathroom. Everyone else either didn’t have the biological functions required or dealt with the ‘problem’ another way.

“I think we have the space anyway, so why not,” the Lightbearer said and climbed over the back of the couch. “Bad idea,” she said, after dropping quickly onto the cushions. Burping, she stayed quiet. The fear of throwing up was written on her face.

John patted her between her adorable cat ears and waited until her controlled breathing was replaced by a steady purr. Once he was certain she was doing fine, he pulled her in his lap. One by one, the girls that needed to visit the bathroom came back.

“How big is the Guild Hall now?” Scarlett suddenly asked.

“No idea,” John answered, his hands busy exploring his girlfriend’s curves. “I’ll check tomorrow.”

“Can’t you check now?” Scarlett was clearly eager to know about the advancements that would be made.

“We already checked the Buildings we want,” John told her and kissed Rave’s neck. “I’ll get the upgrades done when I’m sober. Not like I can get the updates done until the island is vacated anyway.”

Scarlett made an annoyed sound, which ended swiftly when Siena’s tail wrapped around her neck. “Someone desires attention,” the midnight elemental hummed. Skilfully, she cut the suit off the androgynous redhead’s body with her claws. Then she dragged her over to the couch, where she proved her assertion correct by dominating Scarlett into a mildly less disagreeable mood.

The year started how the last had been lived: with lewd intentions and banter.