The Gamer Chapter 1246 – Office Fun (Patreon)

Fascinatingly, the paperwork was actually fun to chew through. It was that typical effect of something that had become tiresome becoming interesting after having not been engaged with for a bit. The distance dissolved accumulated frustrations and let what had been appreciated rise back to the surface.

In John’s case, he found that he quite enjoyed applying his influence. Learning of the various projects going on all across his nation let him exert some power without leaving the safety of his four walls. That was doubly important because office hours were also blowjob hours. Those he had never stopped appreciating.

With a prominent press of the enter key, John sent out a particularly long email. It laid out his issues with the proposals towards creating an industry area where the farm of the Hudson Barrier currently lay. In short, he acknowledged that such an area was likely to boost the economic power of the city further, but that this was where the city was supposed to be self-sufficient and beautiful, not efficient.

John stretched and leaned back. Under the table, Lorelei, Lee and Lydia were working his shaft. The first of the trio had been down there for four consecutive hours now. Usually a blowjob shift lasted ‘only’ for one hour, but because this was her first time down there, she was given the opportunity to stay for as long as she wanted.

The submissive seer’s face was a total mess, covered in a sheen of cum, sweat and saliva. Her empty irises were largely hidden behind fluttering eyelids, her pale lips stretched around his girthy cock. Unyielding, she served, taking his cock all the way into her throat. Screams and muffled venerations reverberated in his cock and the tongue that so adoringly worked his most sensitive spots. She was working so hard for another load of his seed, his thick cum that not only tasted fantastic and immediately triggered an orgasm, but also provided the energy for even haremettes of lower Endurance to continue sucking his cock for hours on end.

Under John’s eyes, Lee and Lydia were licking the remains of a previous load off Lorelei’s face. As they did so, the two whispered encouraging, lewd compliments into the seer’s ears. John was distantly aware that, largely hidden to him by his legs and seat, the two of them were touching Lorelei all over. The sweet smell of nubile women at peak excitement wafted from underneath the table.

John reached over to the pad that remote-controlled the toys inside all three of them. Immediate moans accompanied the audible buzzing of the vibrators on full throttle. The actions underneath grew more heated. Lorelei bobbed up and down rapidly, while Lee and Lydia found the space to shift the attention of their lips to his balls and the base of his shaft. Copper, white-blonde and blackish-brown heads were in a wild, messy state.

Glancing off to the left, John spotted Aclysia and Claire entering. Both of them grew visibly excited upon entering. The intense musk stemming from hours of sex assailed their senses and roused that obsession of theirs into action. Keeping a close watch of their mental state, John confirmed that the emotions they felt were practically the same. Their actual reactions differed intensely though.

Where Aclysia kept her composure, Claire’s crazy suddenly manifested. Depraved eyes focused on John. On shaky legs, she followed the first maid. Her hands pulled down the frill that covered her tits, one of them then travelled down to push aside her skirt, pulling at it until the Lover’s Will mark was on proud display. By the time she and Aclysia stopped in front of the table, she was dripping wet and panting.

For a moment, he wondered why Aclysia was not disciplining the vampire maid for this obscene display. Then he realized that he wasn’t doing it either. The simple answer was that he found this extremely hot. Claire’s insanely intense reactions were doubly pleasing, because they were contrasted with Aclysia’s, who was one approving nod away from displaying herself the exact same way. The vampire’s lack of control was its own endearing display.

‘I don’t want that fixed,’ the Gamer realized. ‘I just want to make sure it stays in private rooms.’

“Master, this room smells so much like you, Master…” Claire panted. The training with the hypnotic suggestion had already done wonders, although she still sometimes broke down into incoherent rambles. “I thought of you so much while I worked. John, I love you, lovelovelovelove- love you… You look so cute when you’re about to cum… Can I come around the table and kiss you? Please, please…”

“No,” John told her, harshly. The educational refusal had an interesting effect on the submissive yandere. Her teeth snapped shut audibly, her lips pulled back revealing her sharp, partly extended canines. The expression worn was a broad smile though, a desperate moan reverberating from the depth of her throat. She was madly turned on. “Give me a show, you and Aclysia.”

“”Yes, Master!”” the two maids responded in enthusiastic unison. Contact with him would have been preferred, but serving him was a close second. Aclysia enjoyed doing so alongside a fellow haremette intensely, especially one she was training. Claire was quickly coming around to the same view.

Aclysia took the lead, leveraging seniority and her slight height advantage. The two maids stood chest to chest, leaning in for a slow, deep kiss. Following her teacher’s lead, Claire raised one leg onto the table. The front strands of their maid uniforms were laid over the raised thighs, their dripping cunts on full display. Only their gloves were gotten rid of, to make the mutual masturbation as pleasurable an experience as it could be.

Despite her vast lead in experience, Aclysia was having a harder time remaining standing. John had given them an order and the draconic maid got twice the Perk-induced pleasure out of that. Additionally, her Libido was higher. Even so, she put her all into making Claire orgasm. They both knew that John loved nothing more than to behold the bliss of his harem.

Consistent fingering drenched the insides of their thighs. Aclysia dominated the kiss with her monstrously long tongue. In general, even with her legs constantly shaking, Aclysia dominated the newer maid. Claire accepted this treatment eagerly. What started as a mirrored pose was soon slanted.

John took his eyes off one fantastic display to return to the three feverish gazes under the table. The blowjob had never stopped. Lorelei was focusing on the sensitive tip, while Lee and Lydia were kissing with his shaft between their soft lips- The constant slurping and vibrator induced moans joined with those of the making-out maids.

His orgasm was building up fast. Eyes darting back and forth between maids and cock-serving sluts, he held onto the armrests. Without resistance, he let loose, uttering a single word as the first spurt of semen filled Lorelei’s mouth: “Cum.”

The room exploded into shouts of ecstasy. John’s world was consumed by the sounds and sight of beloved women at the height of pleasure. He basked in it, let the moment play out as he did so many times over the course of any given day. When he, as was typical, recovered first, he waited gleefully for their breathing to calm.

“Alright, so what is this about?” John asked.

“Nightingale and Delicia have arrived, Master,” Aclysia informed him.

John raised an eyebrow. That they did not lead with that info, or told him about it via mental connection, meant that there was no hurry. Regardless, it would have been rude to let them wait. “Show them to the Nightfall headquarters,” he told them. “Make sure they have everything they need. I’ll be there in 20 minutes.”

“Affirmative, Master.” Aclysia bowed her head and started to leave. She tugged on Claire’s arm while passing her. The vampire maid followed hesitantly.

John carefully pulled back. The three women under the table kept following his cock. Lorelei was too deep in her haze and genuinely trying to keep sucking him off for as long as she could. The other two crawled more for the sake of play. It’d take more dedicated attention to get them to that same state.

“I despise it when my time gets cut short,” Lydia stated, rising to her feet. She wiped her mouth off with the back of her hand, then licked the resulting mixture off. The merest hint of her braid still remained in her messy hair. “It is a commitment to appear here.”

“We have fifteen minutes and I’ll need to clean myself,” John said and offered his arm. “I know it doesn’t meet your royal standards, but would you agree to getting pounded against the shower wall?”

Lydia mockingly blew air out of her nose. “I leave my royal standards behind whenever I am with you, my love.” She took his arm, then she continued, “No, that is too harsh. Rather, I should formalize it like this: my royal standards have no need to appear in the bedroom. You satisfy them adequately outside.”

“Adequately?” John asked, his tone betraying minor offense.

“Your personal brilliance and desire to impress achieve an equilibrium. If you wish to impress me, my love, you are always welcome to prove yourself at the gala I am to attend next week.”

John grumbled, “You’re using my need to please against my paranoia.” Answering only with a stare that was playfully questioning, the red-lipped queen awaited his response. “Fine… Monday… I’ll come meet you.”

“It’s a date.”

While they were talking, Lee had been helping Lorelei ease out of the dick-induced stupor. “Guess I’ll just reclaim my time tonight,” the young Fateweaver said. “If you got something left in you after meeting the goddess of blowjobs.”

“I think she’d have to fight quite a few of you for that title,” John chuckled.

“Ya really think so, my dude?” Lee asked sarcastically.

Lydia clicked her tongue and made a demanding gesture towards the door. “You have announced your arrival, time is now a limited resource. Let us use it in the intended fashion.”

“Well, I’m not one to deny you what you truly need.” John gave a quick wink to Lee and Lorelei. One rolled her eyes amusedly, the other bowed her head in thanks. A delightful dichotomy.

The two of them stayed behind to clean up the mess under the table. It wouldn’t take long, the enchanted rags and smooth surface of the leather made sure of that. Regardless, it needed to be done to keep this room from being drenched in the unappetizing aspects of constant sexual activity.

John and Lydia wandered into the teleporting room and then went through the third door attached to it. Right behind it was a bedroom. Sizable by reasonable standards and small by John’s, capable of ‘only’ holding about five people comfortably, the bed existed for the most relaxed and most stressful times. If there was nothing to do, the blowjob shift could easily be transitioned into a proper entanglement. If there was too much to do, John could use it to take naps during his all-nighter. There was also a small kitchen in there.

The bathroom lay right behind it. Again, large by reasonable standards and small by John’s. A toilet, a shower, a jacuzzi, and a sink, all of them either scaled up or as luxurious as their function could justify. For a lack of time, John chose his least favourite method to clean himself and did, as promised, spend most of the time in the shower making sure Lydia was stuck between a wall and a hard dick. Afterwards that bit of him needed some more dedicated cleaning, but his beloved queen went back home satisfied.

They departed at the teleporter room. She went to his quarters to put a fresh set of clothes on and he went on to the Nightfall headquarters. Using another one of the teleporters, he found himself in the Military District. Alone, he walked down the corridors. Looking out the windows, he saw the tall, deliberately sinister walls of black and deep crimson metal tower over the much friendlier trees. Here and there, buildings of Gothic design stood, their purpose of keeping secrets obvious in their design. This was the Secret Service subsection of the Military District, the Building he was in the Nightfall headquarter, the northernmost of the structures within these walls.

After a minute of walking, he arrived at the common meeting room. He stopped for a moment, making sure everything was in order. The collar of his shirt was sharp, the lower edge tugged away properly, one button at the top open to show a hint of his defined chest. The pants were clean, shoes polished, socks matched. He ran a hand through his short hair and nodded to himself. He was as presentable as he ever could be.

The moment he opened the soundproof door, he heard the loud laughter of Delicia. “By Gaia, Nightingale, you’re so worried! Haha- ow, haha- ow, haha- ow…”

“Stop tormenting both of us with your laughter!” Nightingale demanded, her songstress’ voice corrupted by the mixture of worry and anger.

“Oh? You getting worried about me, hm? Do you like me that much? Do you?”

“I fought the tyrant of another world for you, my liking of you is proven.”

“Awww, I love you too, Gale.”

“Am I interrupting something?” John asked, amused.