The Gamer Chapter 1351 – Simple Courtship and other future plans (Patreon)

Step 1 in courtship, typically the most difficult one: awakening interest. Check.

Step 2 in courtship, typically the second most difficult one: getting her comfortable enough to spend time alone with oneself. Check.

Step 3 in courtship: through consistent showing of interest and physical intimacy, consolidate simple interest into romantic engagement. John was here with Delicia.

Step 4 in courtship: profess love, officialise relationship.

Step 5 in courtship: Put a ring on her or, when one is a Gamer with supernatural abilities, a womb tattoo with a matching ring tattoo on one’s own hand. This was the goal.

By this simple 5 step program, John was already over the largest hurdles. How could he take care of step 3? The lion share of consistent effort was done by just hanging out with the target of one’s desire. Cuddling, joking, a bit of lewdness. The human body produced a whole bunch of oxytocin and whatever else helped in pair bonding during such times. Dates served as flash points, times that were easily recalled by being outside the norm. Such compartmentalizing made it easy for the reasoning faculties to know why the love was still going strong. A good romance satisfies many aspects of a partner’s criteria. Emotional and physical compatibility, as well as access to desired resources. One could make up in the fields that one was less gifted in than the others, but all should at least be tickled.

John’s plan with Delicia was simple, because she was fairly simple. From Monday through Friday, he would just continue as he was. They got along great on the bantering front, because it was nice to be the frustrated straight man to her obnoxious sass. Physically, John had not failed in pleasing anyone in almost two years and he wasn’t going to start now. Similarly, when it came to resources, John’s wealth and power eliminated any worries any of his partners had when it came to questions of sustaining themselves or potential children. He was slaking her thirst along with her individuality and the evolutionarily dictated desires.

Saturday, then, when they were in the hot springs, he would have a small date with her. Nothing much, Delicia wasn’t a fan of prolonged outings. She much preferred the casual and she did not care for the way people looked at her when she behaved her true self in public. At the end of the date, he would confess in all sincerity. The Gamer hoped her love would run deep enough to place the mark at that point. If not, he would just continue to try.

Lover’s Will was a mutual affair, but John was fairly certain his feelings on the matter were already solidified. He had three and a half characteristics that marked whether he fell in love. Attractiveness? Check. Personality? Check. Capability? Check. Finally, did he want to love her? Check.

The last was a half point because that was not always in John’s control. He knew for a fact that, if he spent too much time with Cindy, Worlina, or a number of other women that he had slept with before, he would develop feelings for them too. To keep some distance there was his reasonable solution. Much like any other addict, John could not be trusted to keep his harem-expanding urges from taking over. His lust would have been quite the issue, if his pride did not demand that he kept at least a modicum of control over it.

In any case, that was how he would handle Delicia. He would talk with her, joke with her, snuggle with her, fuck her into a coma every night, and enjoy the food she helped cook. Sometimes he would feed her chocolate. Her taste receptors still worked and she could turn it into soap, which he then was slathered with during their next bath together. Delicia very much had become his favourite shower companion.

It was after one of those showers that John had the shortstack on her back on a massage table. Her curves were as glistening with oil as his hands were. Up and down her thick thighs they went, following a steady pattern of appreciation. The wonderful weave of fat and muscle rolled under the firmness of his fingers. He got all the way up to her hips, then slowly went back down.

As far as massaging any of his girls went, Delicia was not his favourite. John did not even know if he could have a favourite for this. Spending upwards of ten minutes rubbing up and down the curves of any of his women was a purely rewarding experience. From Lee to Undine, human to elemental, all of them enjoyed it deeply. That some of them lacked the muscles to be kneaded to softness by the experience had little influence on them enjoying the caress of tender, firm hands.

What was fun about massaging Delicia was the aftermath. Once John had loosened her body and mind into putty, he circled around to the top of the massage table and just stood over her. The nostrils of the alchemist twitched. Delicia boasted sometimes that she had a detailed sense of smell. It was part of what made her a prodigy in her field. Recent increases in Stats and acquired Perks would only have increased that ability of hers.

To use that sense of smell to notice the erection hanging above her was probably something she had dreamed about, naughty little thing that she was. Delicia’s eyelids fluttered open, heavy still with relaxation. In her current state, her irreverence was inactive, buried under trust and safety like the rest of her thoughts. The reactions of her body, however, were only slowed.

An expression of utter awe appeared on her face. Eyes wide, mouth open, tongue protruding just the slightest bit. John smirked. ‘Nine days since I got her her body and already so well trained,’ he complimented himself just as much as he did her, while aligning his cock with her lips.

With long and slow thrusts, he fucked her face. He aimed to make it as relaxing an experience as possible for her, to keep it an extension of the massage. For regular women, particularly of her shortness, getting an object the size of his cock thrust down their throat would have made that impossible to work. Luckily, none of John’s haremettes were exactly regular and Delicia didn’t even need to breathe. She could just lie there and enjoy the heat of his manhood sliding in and out of her.

The gradual build-up to his orgasm was as torturous as it was magnificent. Orgasms could feel so different depending on the way they were achieved. In all cases, except for those he inflicted on others, the relief at the end was intense. Deep inside her, he unloaded, giving her the first load of the day outside the bedroom.

‘Can’t wait to see how she reacts to hypnosis,’ John thought. Delicia was pretty easy to entrance in a variety of ways. At some point during cuddling, her brattiness usually shut down and she was just a happy little plushie in his arms – until he said something that would set her off again. That, paired with her submissiveness, pointed to a generally good compatibility with hypnosis.

Nothing was stopping John from finding out immediately. Lover’s Will made things more convenient. Fundamentally, his hypnosis was potent on its own. It was purely that he wanted something to look forward to that he did not spend time doing that. That and the fact that he was still showing Delicia the ropes – literally.

Before breakfast, John strung his oiled-up alchemist up and hung her from the ceiling. There were hooks capable of supporting the weight all over and the proper technique kept the ropes from digging into any one part of her too much. “Remember, the safe word is ‘Combustion’,” he told Delicia, while raising the ball gag up.

“What good is that gonna do me when you stuff my mouth, hm?” the shortstack asked mockingly.

John just rolled his eyes and put the gag in place. With a squeeze to her ass, he departed, leaving her dangling by the couch for everyone to see, an egg vibrator squirming in her pussy. He would be making up for that all morning. Not just because she was going to be horny as hell after that, but also because there was a not insignificant number of haremettes who themselves wanted that treatment.

It was terrible. Barely had they finished eating their breakfast that Lorelei, then Lee and finally Eliana slipped under the table to give his dick a thorough punishment for their lack of restrictions. Each of them asked for permission first, of course. The order was entirely born from the individual enthusiasm for food. Eliana could forgo the bacon in favour of cock. She could. She could also have one after the other.

John grinned, his erotic lifestyle manifested in three women sharing his cock, deep-throating him one after the other, three maids standing behind him, his cat girl girlfriend cuddled up to his right and his midnight elemental on his left. The only break he had from all of that was when Momo checked the phone she had lying next to her e-reader. “Hailey writes she’s coming over today,” she informed everyone.

Cheers burst out around the table at the news. With a harem that large, the combined glee was actually loud enough to border on applause. The status of the country gal had been a subject of worry among the people in the bus. John could not put into words how blessed he felt that he had a harem so happy to see to its expansion. Luckily, he didn’t have to, his personal mind reader was sitting right next to him.

“Ya know what they say, tiger: sharing is caring,” Rave spoke up when the volume calmed down. “And when ya have a great life like we do, sharing it with other girls we like is just the nice thing to do.”

“We caution not to share so much there’s barely anything left,” Undine added, before John could say something to the same effect.

“Ya just keep finding ways to multiply your presence and we’ll keep letting girls in,” Rave purred, scratching his neck. Below the table, the loving blowjob continued. Aclysia and Beatrice were rubbing his shoulders, Claire his neck. Siena scratched him under the chin.

The multi-pronged attack of adoration on his senses melted his brain in seconds. To a degree not even his willpower or paranoia could prevent, he was reduced to a wordless mess in the chair. He was so utterly relaxed and simultaneously at the height of pleasure, he couldn’t say whether his muscles were tense or pudding. Vaguely, he was aware that he groaned loudly while he came. His lust was drained by the three submissives under the table.

There was nothing for him to do but to give himself to the moment and let them take care of him. They all did it so eagerly and the momentum kept him from reclaiming control over himself. Why would he struggle against the people he knew cared most about him in the world? It was only after he had cum a couple of times that his consciousness started to rise back to the surface.

“I love you all,” he sighed when he came back to his senses. “Wow… been a while since I felt… like that.”

“Ya looked adorably submissive right there.” Rave grinned.

John knew she meant that mostly as an accurate description. That kind of thoughtless loss to the actions of others, dissolving any kind of own will in trust one had in others, that was how the haremettes often described their experiences in being submissives.

“Well, it’s nice to enjoy such things sometimes.” The Gamer grinned, rolling his shoulders to get more control in his limbs back. There was a tingle to his skin, like a pleasurable version of parts of him falling asleep.

“Perhaps you can do both of us a favour and engage in it again later?” Siena suggested, her voice a tempting whisper in his ear.

John entertained the notion for a bit. Ultimately, he shook his head. Submissive pleasure like that was something he enjoyed as an occasional stimulation of different sexual tastebuds. It was oddly similar to getting drunk. Sometimes, chasing that buzz was really rewarding. At most times, John liked his capacity to think reasonably too much to engage in it.

“A shame,” Siena said. Between the other haremettes and John letting her top a number of times per week, she did get her own itches scratched. A suggestion still made it out of her mouth, “Perhaps I can convince you if you spend some time with me and my little circle of close associates?” She made an off-hand gesture towards Eliana, Undine and Claire.

John had nothing else on his list for the afternoon, not with the concrete still drying. “Sure,” he responded, then changed topics entirely. Towards Scarlett, he asked, “Any progress on the hurricane dragon?”

“Hm?” Scarlett looked up from her coffee, then responded, “Oh, that? I figured it out days ago.”

“It can’t be too urgent then,” John stated and leaned back. In doing so he crossed eyes with Lee. The gamer girl’s face was an utter mess after the time she had spent under the table, covered in the sticky mixture of sexual fluids and the saliva of herself, Lorelei, and Eliana. Her eyes reflected a deep love for him and this activity. ‘God, I love them all.’

“It’s really not,” Scarlett confirmed.

“Explain it to me anyway,” John requested.

“Alright, Lorelei’s prophecy was this: ‘The dragon lies in wait, a thoughtful sliver in its eye wrestling with impatience. A storm will come, west of the place within the place - where the maple leaf lies. The 114th whirl.’ The 114th part was the easiest to figure out. It’s referring to the amount of tornadoes this year.”

“114?” John asked, his eyebrow raised. “I know we are in the tornado corridor, but that seems excessive.”

“That would make this the worst month since record began. Want me to guess how many hurricane dragons have been in the area since then?”

“Touché,” John surrendered. “How many storms in are we right now?”

“36,” Scarlett immediately gave the answer.

That was either quite a while to go or the next couple of days would see some rather violent turbulence. When it came to the whims of nature, it was impossible to say for sure. “The wrestling with impatience doesn’t need explanation. It’s bored and figuring out its own existence, considering what to do to move and whether that is safe. What is that about ‘west of the place within the place, where the maple leaf lies’?”

“There’s a county called Canadian County west of Oklahoma City, so there you go. It’s not even that far from here.” Scarlett answered dismissively and sipped her coffee. “…Fuck, I still like this stuff, but it really is just worse than your cum.”

“Well, I suppose I owe you a reward for your digging,” John hummed and got up.

Scarlett was happy she could work from home, after he was done with her.