The Gamer Chapter 1291 – The Fifth to Return (Patreon)

“More, more, more, please,” Sylph whined, grinding her pussy against John’s cock. “I don’t have that much time, do I? So, I should totally be allowed to ride you until I pop off this plane!”

“Relax, you’ll stay.” John grabbed her under the arms and carried her practically weightless body while he made his way out of the bed. The harem was in a general state of bliss. With few exceptions, it was the kind they would recover from quickly. He did not expect Nightingale to wake up again until tomorrow. All the blowjobs she had given him previously had somewhat prepared her for what she had received, but only somewhat. Even having a (literally) divine body evidently did not prevent the full impact of his sexual genius. The usual, low-Endurance participants had also been knocked out for good, namely Lee, Lorelei, and Scarlett.

Everyone else had been given their proper fucking and was, for the most part, coherent. Sure, there was Metra who had gotten a bit too much into the sex slave mind space again, or Nathalia who had insisted he cum inside her until she started to bloat. Those were, however, temporary states of thought-deprivation. They would recover within the next thirty minutes.

In the meantime, the remainder of the harem was engaging with each other. Under usual circumstances, either John or one of his doubles would have added at least one instance of sausage to that clam party. The one double currently available was, however, occupied doing paperwork. John had been getting back into the swing of that and needed to continue to show up. If he kept dipping in and out without any consistency to it, the public servants would, with good reason, start to complain. There were different work procedures in place for when he was and wasn’t available and switching on them on a short notice was bureaucratic suicide.

Administrative matters operated too slowly for the liking of the normal person at the best of times; the last thing he wanted was for the chain of command to become a knot of command. The government had to remain as streamlined as possible.

Looking at what he had managed to do to his harem with one body, even if it had taken about five hours in total, he had to say he wasn’t overly concerned with having one claimed by the mistress of bureaucracy.

In twenty more days, he would have his Mandala Sphere back and with it unlock the ability to be in three places at the same time. He looked forward to the chance of giving that ability a spin in his world. So far, the only time he had gotten to use all three bodies in this world had been when he had used them to socialize with the entirety of his Alliance.

John chased that thought away and concentrated instead on the little lustful lady he leisurely lifted and then impaled on his dick. Opening her mouth wide, Sylph shouted silently, a couple hacked-off moans escaping her mouth, while the storm inside her repeatedly tensed around his cock. Fucking an elemental remained a special experience and Sylph’s insides were like a steadily swirling vortex, in addition to being a tight, fuckable cunt. The stronger he pounded her, the faster that vortex twisted around him, adding a whole different kind of pleasurable friction.

Consequently, hammering Sylph's pussy at a rapid speed was the preferred way of fucking her. What made it worse was that, of all his haremettes, the arcvolt elemental was both the most sensitive and the most insatiable. She had the highest Libido of them all, even higher than Nathalia’s. That was, excluding certain Combinations.

Fucking her like that had been something he had done, repeatedly, in the past three hours. As a matter of fact, he had fucked Sylph more than any other woman in the room. Obviously, he would have focused on Nightingale, had she managed to stir out of her post-coital coma. Since that wasn’t the case, pounding the returner was an obvious choice.

John had missed her. Her body alone was reason to miss the babbling little thunderstorm. She was small, which made her adorable, and had nicely balanced sexual features, which made her erotic. Her butt and thighs were quite curvy for her moderate size, her midriff the perfect width in relation to her hips, and her boobs a pair of decently sized mounds on her small frame. Her face was a heart-shaped piece of art, with reddish pink lips and golden eyes. Elf-like, pointy ears extended from her head, much of them hidden by the absolute cascade of lime green hair. The tips of it would have dangled all the way to John’s ankles, had it not been lighter than the air around it, causing it to move almost like it was underwater.

“Yes, yes, yes, yeeeeesssss!” Sylph babbled, bouncing on his dick with every heavy step he took. Up and down, the storm inside responded, as she came repeatedly at the frequency of lightning strikes during a monsoon. That was another thing he had missed. Not her ability to orgasm at a twitch of his dick (although that was also enjoyable) but the boundless cheer and enthusiasm contained in this bundle of energy. “Mother Air, yes, fuck me, you big beautiful stud, you! So deep! My fingers were so baaaaad compared to this. I was doing it like eight hours a daaaaay and I didn’t cum so hard at all – at all! Suuuuuper frustraaaatiiinnnnnng!”

“I can believe that.” John couldn’t masturbate at all anymore. That was something he had traded in for other perks. So far, it had served him well. He pushed Sylph against the closed door and nailed her against it for a little while. The wood audibly slammed against the frame with every thrust.

Sylph’s arms wrapped around his neck, her legs around his waist, and their lips would have met had she not given him like five blowjobs recently as one of the things John definitely did not want during sex was the taste of his own spunk on his tongue. He had no idea what it even tasted like and he did not want to find out. That all of them loved it was all he needed to know.

Another great thing about Sylph was that she got off on practically everything. To call her a switch, a masochist, or a sadist would have been to not really nail her kinks on the head. It was more a matter that she was just so perverted that she loved to do anything and everything and equally enjoyed it when it was done to her. So, when John grabbed her by the throat, her eyes rolled up and she was suddenly squirting up a storm all over his cock. Harder and harder, he pounded her, the insides of her cunt twirling around his dick, tightening, massaging it all. Until he could no longer hold on and pumped another load into her.

Sylph went on a trip to the land of the dumb-fucked, drooling wildly while her pussy kept gushing with every spurt of cum pumped into her. Tingles of electricity travelled through John’s body, relaxing his muscles in ways electricity usually should not. Only his dick felt like the supernatural voltage that flowed through it made it even harder.

The final spurt pumped into her, he had enough reason returned to him that he could keep going with that line of conversation. He had to wait another twenty seconds, though, for her to be coherent. “What I was getting at is that, by my math, I should be able to keep you around for long enough that the debuff ticks down by one level and gives me enough regeneration to keep you around permanently again.”

“Ooooh, so I don’t have to be super hurried getting all my orgasms in to fill out my stamp card? Not that I have a stamp card. Although that would be a cool idea. Get twenty orgasms, get one free! Hey, hey, John, you should totally do orgasm stamp cards. You can just give the word and boom, free orgasm achieved!”

“I don’t think you’d be capable of stamping that card after every orgasm.”

“Audible gasp! You are right! How wise of you. Well, of course, the man of the bestest of best concubines would be the wisest of wise guys. It only tracks.”

“Speaking of tracking, we should get to the bathroom.” John had worked up more than a bit of a sweat and he wanted to wash that off. Then there was another matter they had to discuss.

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“Here,” Lorelei said and presented Nightingale with an entire pitcher of water. The goddess looked at it with some confusion. Primarily, she just looked at it. Her eyes were empty from exhaustion, but she was awake. “I know that you, as a divine one, may survive without it, but hydration is advisable after first times with our Master.”

“Thoroughly.” Aclysia placed a glass with a long metal straw in it on the table next to the pitcher and started pouring. The first maid had helped several women back from their post-coital lethargy. The Perks John had for his cum prevented sub-drop and gave the energy for a long night, yet even they could not prevent exhaustion and dehydration. “Drink.”

Nightingale was present enough to put her lips to the straw and suck in some liquid. As soon as she did, something in her instincts kicked into gear. Rapidly, she emptied the entire glass and half of the second one. After that, she fell back into the armchair. “Thank you,” she gasped, her voice raspy from the constant moaning.

This was still the same day, just a couple of hours of general relaxation later. Relaxation for most, at least, John had been constantly taxed by Sylph, until the arcvolt elemental had gotten distracted by the second newest addition to the harem. That whole exchange was still going.

“And then, and then, I thought John was starting to grow a beard, but he actually wasn’t and I was all like ‘whaaaaat, but he would look good with a beard though’. That made me super, duper disappointed. I also like planting kisses on his cheeks though. Lots and lots and lots of kisses, so I don’t know if that really would have been cool.”

“Master is perfect whatever way, but I prefer him without facial hair. I want to rub my cheeks on his,” Claire responded.

“Oh, yeah, that’s nice to do and hair would be super in the way. Speaking of hair, I love yours. You have nice hair. I kind of liked you better with red hair though. Then again, maybe I didn’t. I just like you though, you know how to talk.”

“I can swiftly respond to what comes my way.”

“Yes, yes, you can, and I like that, I like that a lot.”

“Not going to lie, you’re very amusing.”

“Head empty, joyful words, that’s my motto! The motto of house Sylph of the Sylph family, big numberth of Sylphs!”

“Big numberth of Sylphs? What is that supposed to mean?”

“Just that my name is the John of air elementals. You know, like John’s name is the John of Americans.”

“Oh, we had a lot of people with the same name in my world too. Lots of people called Trash.”

“Oh… wow… that’s sad. Your world is sad. Well, was sad, we totally fixed that, yep, yep, no repercussions from our actions at all. Okay, maybe some repercussions, but it can’t be worse than it was before.”

“It really can’t,” Claire growled, the red colour of her eyes intensifying for a moment. “Oh, I hope you aren’t afraid of spiders?”

“Weird sudden question, but I know my way around those. I don’t mind spiders. I mind Siena, a bit, and she is kind of like a spider, but that’s about it. Then again, maybe Siena is more like a scorpion? She’s an arachnid, at least. Why do you ask, even?”

“Oh, I just need to scoop one up really quickly,” Claire answered and bowed down to the ground. A tiny spider climbed onto her hand and she raised it to her hand. “Uh-huh… is that so…” Her eyes narrowed and darted over to John. “…We have the typical amount of disrespect going on.”

“That’s not a problem, then,” the Gamer assured. The pressed together lips of the vampire maid said clearly that she disagreed. Without further comment, she placed the spider back on the ground and it crawled back the way it came. That small thing was the messenger that gathered all of the intel other familiars had added throughout the day and reported them to Claire during the evening.

John loved having a haremette around that could cast her information network over a local area. Between Siena for deliberately stalking, Claire for local control, Scarlett for global scanning, and Lorelei for advice on future dangers, he had practically all information he could ever need at his fingertips.

Clapping his hands together, John got the attention of the entire clean and (mostly) recovered room. “First of all, I want to say that this is a fantastic day,” he addressed all of them. “Not only does Nightingale join us totally, but all of you are here. All of you, every last one. It’s been about two weeks since I last had everyone together and it felt like forever. I would toast, but it’s a bit early to get drunk.”

“Your loss,” Scarlett declared and sipped on her whiskey, much to everyone’s amusement.

“Half of my mana will be back by tonight. Still not a full recovery, but we’re getting there. However, what I wanted all of you to listen to, before you get lost shouting at each other over Mario Party...”

“Rave always wins it's fucking bullshit!” Eliana cried out.

“Ya mad?”

“All the time, seizure hands!”

“...was that Sylph said something about a Quest Tempesta had for me.” That actually grabbed everyone’s attention. They went from listening because he insisted he had something to say to listening because they wanted to hear what that was. “So, you adorable little thing…” he scratched Sylph behind her pointy ears as he addressed her, “…what was that about?”

“Oooh… hmm… what was that about?” John could feel the outrage building up in the impatient members of the harem. Giggling Sylph continued, “I’m just messing with you. You need to relax. Especially you, Sally. Silly Sally, sallying around.”

“I can’t believe I missed you, you fucking airhead,” Salamander growled. “Get to the point!”

“Well, Tempesta, big mommy, sexy mommy Tempesta, said that she would have a Quest for John. Something about further development for elementals of exceptional people and bla bla this and that. Apparently, the Mother of Shadows organized that or whatever, I dunno, Tempesta wasn’t listening completely and neither was I. I was just supposed to tell you to contact her… after you were done patching.”

“Ah,” John felt his excitement fold, as the event was pushed back by a considerable time frame.

That made things less exciting.