The Gamer Chapter 1343 – Maid Basics (Patreon)

“Need me to feed you, hm?” Delicia asked, her lips spread in that typical smug smile. She stirred the cereal with the spoon, not handing it over. “Maaaan, if only I would hear a little ‘please’, maybe I could be so nice.”

Aclysia sighed deeply and took the bowl from the newest addition to her cadre. “Your manners leave much to be desired. Even Momo is better behaved.”

“That’s because Momo is a critical brat and Delicia here is a smug brat,” John said. “Very important distinction.”

“Hey!” the alchemist raised her voice in annoyance. “I’m right here, don’t talk about me like some kind of collectible. This is objectification!”

“I seem to remember you calling me a ‘very nice dick’ this morning,” John drily addressed his maid.

“You are a very nice dick, I am just observing reality.” Delicia nodded three times to herself. Then she yelped when Beatrice silently grabbed her by the shoulder. “Wawawa-what are you doing?” she asked. The answer became clear through a number of pushes and shoves that ended up with Delicia standing straight, shoulders back, and hands folded in front of her waist.

“Proper maid posture,” Beatrice stated. “Assume it at all times.”

John followed all of it with amusement, while Aclysia placed the cereal bowl in front of him on the wooden table that she had put up next to the construction site. Giving people refreshments wherever they worked had become too inefficient, so now the maids were running a constant banquet that all of the haremettes participating in the construction could help themselves to.

It was not an exaggeration to say that John had never loved them more than he did right that moment. There were a few more fights than usual, short and playful ones, about them getting in each other’s way or doing a poor job. Those differences only elevated the experience of everyone pulling their weight for this common cause. They were doing something together that was tangible and difficult. Dirt and sweat replaced the steady safety and cleanliness of their home life, circling around office jobs that were sometimes stressful but also safe and uneventful, in climatized offices.

John shovelled the cereal into his mouth at a rapid pace, eager to get back to work.

Three hours later, they were taking their universal lunch break. Flies and wasps buzzed around them, attracted by the smell of the food. Yet another annoyance they didn’t usually deal with. Aclysia and Beatrice continued to school Delicia. All three of them, and the other two maids for that matter, had left behind their usual outfits.

Momo and Claire wore coveralls, which fit with their participation in the labour side of things. The bookworm had never had an interest in cooking and Claire was only slowly improving. Both of them looked adorable in their work clothes, especially Momo, who had put a couple more rings in her long hair to keep it from getting in the way.

Aclysia, Beatrice, and Delicia, instead, wore a delightful combination of an apron covering a sundress. They stuck to the typical black and white colours, the aprons making up the black parts. It was a nice and mundane way to stick to their maid looks without wearing the outfits directly. The simplicity of it all and the worn appearance things got so swiftly from the constant work everyone did gave them that special kind of rural charm.

Many conversations went on around the picnic tables. Nightingale and Nathalia sat next to each other, for once having agreed to fully cover their fantastical aspects so everyone could share a meal in the simplicity of the mundane side. They talked to Nia about this and that, the pariah only scarcely answering, as was usual. Undine, Eliana, Siena and Claire were sticking together. The batch of crazies were one of the tightest knit groups inside the harem. That did not prevent them from openly including Scarlett into their conversation, when the technomancer marched over. Lorelei and Metra were having a calm chat, the former laughing behind a raised hand at much of what the latter said. Sitting between Lee and Momo, Sylph managed to hold a conversation with both of them at the same time, made quite easy by them holding an e-reader and a tablet respectively, absorbed in whatever program they were running. Gnome was spending time with Salamander by the grill they had put up on the mundane side. Only a few steps removed, Rave was chatting with Hailey, who had managed to free almost her entire day up for them today.

Apparently, she had quit her job at a welding plant today, where she had ‘helped out’ on a ‘voluntary basis’ for absolutely no compensation whatsoever (as far as taxes were concerned). The advantage of such black-market jobs was that she could quit instantly. With the money John had handed her, she could free up such time. There was still a lot to do around her farm.

John let his girlfriend work her magic on the country gal. Of course, he was going to get in some bonding time with Hailey here and there during her stays. In between, letting her grow more accustomed to the rest of the harem was interesting to watch. She still had her reservations about their lifestyle. Weak reservations, John found, born more from unfamiliarity than aversion. Besides that, she was just chatting with everyone. Considering what he and the harem embodied for a change in her life, it was no wonder that she wanted to stick around them in the short term. Whether her interest would remain in the long term, only time could tell.

While Rave was buttering up Hailey, John spent more time with his currently newest haremette. Delicia was getting her basic maid schooling by Aclysia and Beatrice. The faux-twins were dedicated to either making the alchemist as proper a maid as possible or booting her out of their ranks before she could put the uniform to shame. The matter of serving John Newman was one of grave seriousness, apparently. Not that he wanted them to think of that in any other way. It boosted his ego big time.

Especially when it manifested as it did currently.

John was leaning against Aclysia. His head rested against her midriff and underboob, while she played with his hair and rubbed his shoulders. A couple of cup sizes would have made this an even more comfortable backrest and it was still as good as it got. Sometimes, additional physical comforts did not matter when the psychological gratification was just that great.

Delicia stood to his right, Beatrice to his left. The passive maid was cutting the BBQ with an expert hand and sharp knife, parting the meat into bite sized pieces. “Lecture: Master deserves constant service. Do not drip anything on him. Do not waste the food. Time your responses for food banter with his chewing, so the flow of conversation remains.”

“Stuff his face when you want him to listen, got it.” Delicia laughed and impaled a piece of meat on the fork. “Here you go, say ahhh, master.” The dragon maids hummed in unison, still not pleased with the way she used that word. It just hadn’t reached that level where John felt like she was giving it capital letter respect.

Catching the presented meat with his teeth, he began to chew. The richness of the juice, filled with the aroma of charcoal and spring air, filled his mouth. With a smile a bit too broad to be diligent, Delicia prepared the next piece for him.

“Man, if the people knew the leader of their country can’t even eat without a beautiful girl helping him, they would be totally shocked.” Delicia drew her hand back melodramatically, after feeding him the second piece, and struck a pose Shakespeare would have been proud of. “I am so gracious to sacrifice myself.”

John swallowed. “You have the grace of a loudspeaker or maybe a police siren, if I was being generous.”

“Hey, you don’t appreciate my beautiful voice?!” Delicia asked.

“Do not get upset with Master while he is relaxing,” Aclysia criticized.

“I don’t mind, she lacks the capacity to annoy me,” the Gamer told her with a self-serving smile.

“Ooooohhhhh?” Delicia leaned in towards his face, grinning smugly. “What if I just breathe really loudly in your ear, hmmm? Will that not annoy you?” Her cheeks puffed up as she did exactly what she had said. The sound annoyed John less than her blatant irreverence. In her eyes reflected her knowledge that she had already won. She was about to get even brattier when Beatrice grabbed her by the ear and pulled her back. “Ow, ow, ow!”

“Criticism: banter must be applied in such a manner that Master can continue eating.”

“His time is most precious.” Aclysia hugged his neck from behind and kissed his head lovingly.

They finished up the meal with one or two more smug interruptions. Thirty minutes later, John was back at work, laying bricks. They were making fantastic progress, getting up row by row. Finishing the entire building process within the month was still a pipe dream, but if they just got the walls up and functional, John would be happy with himself.

“You have a body made for cleaning Master,” Aclysia commented, inspecting the naked Delicia. They were all together in the bath now. The Gamer was more than a little dirty and immensely horny. A drawback of Hailey sticking around was that he was not comfortable just bending his haremettes over while she was watching, yet. Yet being the operative word.

His erection was pulsing, as he watched Aclysia circle around the shortstack. The critical gaze truly was that of a head maid utterly devoted to her Master and to ensuring the quality of his servants. Cupping Delicia’s tits and grabbing her ass, Aclysia nodded approvingly. “I have a body made for a whole lot of fun things,” the alchemist said in a proud tone. “So what’s the secret to cleaning John, huh?”

“The secret to cleaning Master…!” Aclysia took a pause to underline the world, “…is to achieve cleanliness, pleasure, and not get lost utterly in marvelling at his appearance.”

“Who would ever get…” Delicia turned her head to John. The Gamer was standing in the constant fall of the rain shower. He knew he looked good, with his lean, toned body glistening under the water. Beatrice was right next to him, rubbing him up and down, while pressing her bottom-heavy curves against him, their lips united. “…Ohhh… oooh yeah….”

“You will have the honour of washing his cock today,” Aclysia loud-whispered to the new addition. “Satisfy his craving. It has been three days.”

Everyone knew what she meant by that. John winked and broke the kiss. He led the way to a bench along the wall. Elsewhere in the shower room, haremettes were moaning as they pleased one another or were getting pounded by one of John’s two doubles. It was absolutely glorious, to be part of two different orgies at the same time. Three, if one counted what was about to happen.

After he sat down, Aclysia took his right and Beatrice his left. Expectedly, they looked to Delicia, who swallowed and then stepped up. Her massive tits bounced, until she pressed them against John’s front. Spilling all over his upper chest, her breasts covered his firm muscles in a layer of heavenly softness. Delicia cried with pleasure. The sensitivity of those massive knockers was up there with Salamander’s and Nathalia’s.

Slowly, Delicia glided down. Her tits turned from wet with water to absolutely glistening. Bubbles formed where she was rubbing over John’s washboard abs. The soap her skin sweated out was further distributed all over his body by the hands of the dragon maids. Aclysia was absolutely right when she said Delicia had a body perfect for cleaning him. Short as she was, she could move around him nimbly. Stacked as she was, she had plenty of soft bits to press against him. Her body could not just store hygiene products, she could produce them as she wanted them and she had an even easier time pushing them out her pores than the two Artificial Spirits.

Delicia dropped between his parted legs and John groaned when he finally got to experience what it felt like to have his cock between those massive melons. Obviously, he had wanted a titjob from her from the moment go, but somehow it just hadn’t aligned yet. Aclysica was the best for seizing the opportunity for him.

“You like that?” Delicia asked, a bit of uncertainty swinging under her voice, as she cupped her tits.

“Yessssss,” John hissed, his manhood totally surrounded by slippery, squishy goodness. Only the head of his cock poked out from her cleavage. It looked so much larger in relation to Delicia than it did with Nathalia and Salamander. The tits between those three may have been comparable, but the alchemist was so much shorter that his already sizable manhood looked positively titanic.

Delicia’s smug grin returned. “I mean, of course you do,” she stated proudly and began to shake her tits for him. The sweat of the day was replaced with a layer of soap and bubbles. Up and down, the shortstack bounced, moaning while his cock slid through the sensitive valley of her breasts. He desperately needed the release, but held on until Delicia’s movements came to a spasming stop.

Hard, his cum erupted from the tip of his cock. Spurt for spurt of thick white layered on her attractive features, to be immediately turned into a stream by the constantly falling water. Delicia caught much on her extended tongue. A throaty, moaning giggle accompanied each drop she tasted.

“You won’t need much training in this,” the Gamer gasped and manhandled her into deepthroating his cock. Instinctively, she established eye contact with him. “Maybe I should just make you my bathroom maid.” Whatever comment Delicia had for this was silenced by his dick down her throat.

“I must protest against a dedicated bathroom maid, Master.” Aclysia’s hand glided up from his groin all the way to his shoulder, catching every last bump along the way she could. “This is an honour in my day I would not want to miss.”

“Agreement: work efficiency may drop by 5 to 50% if we could not worship your body daily,” Beatrice told him. “Delicia will do fine participating in our current activities.”

Aclysia reached down to the shortstack’s head. With a nudge, a smirk and a wink, she replaced John’s hand with her own. Directing Delicia in bobbing motions, she taught the newcomer to the harem the proper rhythm to a casual blowjob. “Let us analyse her fitness and best position in service,” she purred.

“Very well,” John conceded with a grin. The rest of the shower was spent with Delicia giving his cock a literal tongue bath (she could replace her saliva just as well as her sweat) and being part of her first triple blowjob. When they headed out, Delicia was walking on slightly wobbling legs.

“You really have a nice dick,” the alchemist said casually. “So, bedroom time?”

“Almost,” John responded, directing Delicia towards a massage table. “Get on it.”

“Wait a second, I get on it? I thought I was the servant around here.” The shortstack looked between Aclysia and Beatrice, the two flanking her and whispering in her ears.

“What you must understand…” Aclysia started.

“…is that Master cherishes nothing more than to care for us…” Beatrice continued.

“”…and so we serve with pleasure,”” they finished in unison.

“…Okay, that was kinda lame, not going to lie,” Delicia called them out in her irreverent way. The dragon maids scoffed and straightened up. Loudly, the alchemist laughed and smacked the maids on the butt. “Don’t be so serious, so serious! So I just lie down here and let the stud worship me?”

“Yes,” the Gamer said with a smile. “That’s the deal. I’ll massage you until you get so relaxed you forget how to think. If we feel like it, I make it tantric.”

“Oooh, that sounds like fun!” Delicia stated and got on the massage table.

And indeed it was.