The Gamer Chapter 1357 – Hot Spring Weekend 1 – The Trek (Patreon)

Greenleaf State Park.

It had almost everything the Gamer wanted for the weekend vacation. It offered a variety of rustic houses with modern amenities, including slow but serviceable internet. It was isolated from human activity by three layers. One, remote location, two, a dense forest, and three, being surrounded by its namesake lake on three sides. There was a dock for canoes, plenty of opportunities to fish and watch the wildlife, a mini golf field and a splash pad. Plenty of places to hang around for two days.

“I thought ya wanted someplace with a hot spring?” Hailey asked, after being finally informed where they were going. She had walked on foot to John’s property, not wanting to take her father’s car for the two days she was out. Confusion had struck her when she was greeted by the rest of them. Except for the elementals, everyone was getting ready to trek to their destination. “Been to Greenleaf before and it ain’t got one.”

John was unsurprised to hear she had visited that one before. Walking was the path taken not only because he wanted to torture Scarlett with a bit of inconvenience. It was simply easier for all of them to walk to and back than to find a parking spot for their enormous bus somewhere. The park was so close, the large lake surrounding it was at the border of John’s own property. The land path was a notably further distance. “Have I shown so little competence that you think I haven’t planned for that?”

“Yes,” Lee responded before Hailey could.

“Want to trade bags?” John asked with a warning glance. Most of the haremettes had agreed to continue the self-depowering for this journey, which logically led to John’s backpack being several kilos heavier than everyone else’s. There was also a bunch of stuff in his inventory that they might or definitely needed. That was as much cheating as he was comfortable with. What purpose was there in going on a mundane trek if he was not willing to suffer the same drawbacks?

Difficulties were what made this whole vacation such a refreshing experience.

“No thank you,” Lee responded and stepped back.

“You mortals are always so flimsy,” Nathalia stated, lifting her own back up with a single finger. As a goddess, the self-nerfing would never be effective. Even putting that aside, John could have believed that the dragoness would have been capable of effortlessly lifting what had been put together for her if he had encountered her in the wild. Even if her red hair and amber eyes lacked the glow of magma, she was tall and well built, both facts her current outfit flaunted. Where scales usually covered her luscious, light brown figure, she was now wearing a light cotton shirt. Only two of the buttons were closed, barely hiding anything about her otherwise naked breasts. Midriff and cleavage were revealed however she moved.

Hotpants were the standard issue legwear for this trip. It was an overcast day today, thankfully, but it was still hot. Those that did not go with a skimpy combination of top and bottom opted for sundresses. Most dressed of all was Claire, who carried a parasol in addition to the long-skirted, white dress she had put on. Anything to protect her from every last sunray that peeked through the clouds.

Least dressed was a tie between Metra and Hailey. The blonde berserker had her usual combination of cropped top and hotpants, both of them of a brown colour that almost melded with her caramel skin. Hailey was wearing that same bikini top and tiny piece of denim she had worn a couple of days ago, with a small jacket on top. Doubtlessly she would have taken it off, had she not needed it to prevent the chaffing from her brand new backpack.

‘I wonder what she would have rocked up on if I hadn’t given her the money beforehand,’ the Gamer thought. ‘A desperately stitched together sack, maybe?’

“Am just curious, is all,” Hailey told him. “Ya tellin’ me that the boys that run the place are Abyssals and there’s more to the place than meets the eye?”

“Yup,” John responded casually and shouldered his bag. “I can tell you on the way, unless you don’t want to visit again?”

“It’ll be nostalgic and revealin’, how could I refuse that?” Hailey asked and joined their caravan. She dropped back at first, to where Scarlett was. The two were growing a likely friendship. They had their engineering enthusiasm in common and had similar values when it came to self-sufficiency. Both were also pretty smart women, although Hailey was still bound to mundane brain activity. Higher intelligence mostly manifested in calculation speed, rather than ability to grasp concepts, so the gap was not as big as pure numbers would imply.

The two were swiftly joined by Nathalia. Bowing down, the dragoness interrupted the conversation the blonde and redhead were having by sniffing the enigma engineer. “Uh, can I help ya, Nathy?”

“I noticed a distinct lack of machine oil,” Nathalia remarked, while inspecting the considerably smaller woman. Like all others, Hailey had met her before. Meetings between them were rather limited, due to Nathalia’s constant snoozing. Another whiff and the dragoness straightened up. “Jane asked me to speak to you. I obliged. Be thankful.”

“Ya weren’t supposed to tell her that ya arrogant lizard!” Rave complained from elsewhere in the procession. John chuckled and just listened to the conversation.

Nathalia outright ignored the words of the harem leader and kept looking at Hailey. An eyebrow raised, the country gal finally responded, “I s’pose I do have a question or two, if ya don’t mind?” A gracious gesture from the redhead allowed her to continue. “Ya ever struggle with jealousy around them girls?”

“Jealousy… the typical issue.” Nathalia placed one foot carefully before the other, walking with exaggerated deliberation in order to slow herself down enough to keep pace with everyone else. “I have had a long life. In it, I have only ever met two men I found worthy of my dedicated attention. One proved to be only an interesting fling, the other is currently staring at us.”

“I will not apologize,” John flippantly responded, his eyes dashing back and forth between Nathalia’s brown and Hailey’s white thighs. He eagerly anticipated her tan lines making their way up to her hips. If he could convince her to spend the entire day in a thong instead, that would be the peak beauty of that aesthetic.

“Someone needs to teach that man a lesson,” Hailey drawled amusedly.

“Why? His staring is an invitation to sit on his face. An activity I do so enjoy,” Nathalia responded with her typical mixture of self-assuredness and perversion. Hailey blushed slightly. She was exposed to a lot of the harem, but the intense sexual nature had only been implied so far. “You disagree?”

“Haven’t tried yet. Ain’t what I wanna talk about either. We were on jealousy, if I may remind?”

Nathalia turned her head and looked off into the distance. “The urge to monopolize is there. Were it not for these pesky other influences, I would be spending my days in constant ecstasy. Our lovemaking would shake the earth, only to be interrupted by the bothers of eat and sleep. No nation and certainly no others that prevent or have claimed seniority in the mating order.” She glared at Rave and Eliana respectively.

“Fuck you!” That was all the pretty little psycho was capable of at the moment. Even with light baggage, the shortie struggled to keep up with everyone else. More so than Delicia, somehow. Nathalia was nice enough to help her along. A niceness that took the form of Eliana getting lifted in a chokehold.

“There is some wisdom I acquired in following this walk of life,” Nathalia continued, whilst grinning sadistically at the barely struggling woman in her arms. “Even though I am much deserving and much able to ride every last cock out there that I desire, have every insubordinate little slut moan under my fingertips…” Nathalia pushed a hand under Eliana’s waistband. A cry got stuck in the submissive masochist’s blocked windpipe. “…in doing so, I would never come to enjoy the tender touch of a loving mate. I broke with my old lifestyle through a year of celibacy, to prove to myself that I was invested in the choice. I was and I am.”

“I… uhm…” Hailey’s eyes were locked on what she was seeing. She gulped heavily. Eliana spasmed in Nathalia’s grasp. The chokehold was relaxed. A blissful gasp filled the pretty little psycho’s lungs with air. She let out deep moans and giggles, slowly coming down from her orgasm.

“Alright, guess we’re taking a break everyone,” John announced and pointed at a bit at the side of the road where shade allowed them to rest in the red dirt of Oklahoma. Aclysia, Beatrice, Claire and Delicia hastened ahead. The shortest of the bunch was first. The smug maid always had a spring in her step. Some people were just fast walkers by nature.

By the time everyone else caught up, picnic blankets had already been spread. Everyone sat down, some took a sip from the water they had packed. The journey wasn’t long enough to justify adding rations to the weight they were carrying. That would have been like strapping a rocket fuel tank to a truck.

“You do that… often?” Hailey asked.

“All the time, when we do not have guests,” Nathalia responded, licking Eliana’s juices from her fingers. “You are no longer befit of that title. You are co-mate candidate. Unnecessary to hide things from you.”

John joined them on that blanket. “That’s her stance, by the way. Nathalia is the most casual when it comes to sex. Comes with sleeping around for ten millennia.”

“Wait a gosh darn second there, I heard you’re one slutty dragon, but ya really been sleepin’ ‘round for ten-thousand years?” Hailey asked.

“Something around that estimation.” Nathalia yawned.

“How are you still tired?” Scarlett asked.

“I haven’t had my fill today,” the dragoness responded, staring openly at John’s crotch. A soft shake of his head had her rolling her eyes in disappointment. “Your point?” she asked Hailey.

“I’m… well, this may be rude, but John, don’t you have a problem with that?” the country gal asked.

“Yes, I do,” the Gamer responded honestly. Nathalia did not even react to the statement, they had that talk before. “I would be much happier if I was the only man who had ever slept with Nathalia. That would be perfect for me.” He caressed the wild red mane of the nymphomaniac dragon. “Reality rarely affords perfection. Nathalia proved to me that she wanted to stay loyal to me in mind and body. I was ready to accept her even before she did that, and was shattered when she left me to prove it. Prove that and test me in a different way. Ultimately, this was the best decision for the both of us.” John leaned over when the parted lips of his dragoness invited him for a kiss. Five seconds later, Nathalia picked up where he had left off.

“I do wish I could have him to myself, perhaps even a harem of my own – albeit I am satisfied sharing these women in that regard.” She made an offhanded gesture at the resting crowd. “I do not wrestle with my jealousy, however. It becomes easy to forego it when you are content. My needs are met, as they should be. We all aim to satisfy what the others desire as we can. Were it different, were I surrounded by women loving solely him, there would be a war to shake the Abyss of the world.”

‘Not even an understatement,’ John thought, considering the individual power of each of his women and their influence. If they got on each other’s throat, the destruction would be immense. ‘…Wait a second, when did me managing my harem properly become a preventive measure of the apocalypse? Somewhere around level 300, probably…’

“As my mate said, reality rarely affords perfection,” Nathalia continued. “We have found an equilibrium as close to it as we can manage. A good one, considering we can still expand. Does that answer your question?”

“Yeah,” Hailey responded with a nod.

“To add a sober note to that, it’s obvious that I benefit the most from this arrangement,” the Gamer said. “As a man being surrounded by so many… let’s put it into blunt terms… ‘mating opportunities’ obviously pleases my lizard brain. You have to overcome the competitive urge with ‘mating rivals’.”

“More like ‘matin’ support’,” Hailey observed accurately. That was essentially what the harem had become. There was no need to compete for the limited resource, John, because between three bodies, high Charisma, and bottomless balls, he could satisfy the demand. “I got it before, but I understand now. Whatev’r choice I make, gotta make sure that’s the one I’m willing to invest the necessary sacrifices in.”

John had no need to nod to that, Hailey was smart enough to sort the rest out. While he considered how to put the conversation to another topic, Nathalia decided to be herself. Moving towards the blonde insistently, the dragoness pushed her face up to Hailey’s.

There were ample opportunities for Hailey to pull back or do anything to stop Nathalia. To stop her from pressing her lips on that of the country gal. Red and light pink met. Greedily, the dragoness advanced further, until she put Hailey on her back on the blanket. Cloth grinded softly over hard dirt as the blonde heatedly writhed underneath the demanding dragoness. A tanned hand brushed up Nathalia’s arm, stopping at her shoulder.

The kiss broke suddenly and Nathalia licked her now glistening lips. “You would fit right in,” she purred, index finger trailing down Hailey midriff. John was about to intervene, thinking Nathalia was taking this a bit too far. A subtle shift in the blonde’s body language was all the redhead needed to stop and pull back.

“That was… a mighty pleasure,” Hailey said after she sat back up.

Nathalia caught everyone’s gazes. “To remind, I am the only one that does not care about pretences of chastity.” She crossed her legs. “I desire you. Everyone here desires you, at least physically. You desire everyone here, at least physically. That is enough for me to stop the bother that is reigning in my desires around you, when his hard cock should be spreading my insides.” Nathalia simply waved in John’s direction. “If this bothers you, you best clarify now. Others will follow my example. They always do.”

“Your directness is always a fucking refreshment,” Scarlett told her most trusted business partner.

“I’ll figure this out on the trek, how about that?” Hailey responded in a cheerful tone. It sounded less like she had much to think about and more like she was just teasing everyone. Water was sipped yet everyone gathered there was thirsty. Eagerness to reach their destination was universal and soon they were back on the road.

Hailey and Nathalia kept chatting about this and that. First, the mechanically gifted tomboy dug a bit deeper into Nathalia’s past as an easy-going slut. A conversation topic where they did not find common ground. The dragoness simply stated that it had felt good. That wasn’t explanation enough for Hailey and she dug in a sandpit not that deep. Eventually, Nathalia made it very clear that there was nothing else to find and they moved on to greener pastures.

John had followed that whole exchange. ‘Conservative upbringing manifesting in a number of ways,’ he analysed. ‘Not that I mind. Struggling with the harem situation is fine and I rather appreciate it when people are raised not to sleep around… I’ll give my kids the same lesson.’ That actually would go for his sons more than his daughters. Women always had plenty of suitors and optimally they had instincts to be picky. Men with a lot of options could lose their way quite easily. There was a reason why John was an anomaly. ‘Got to find those balanced sweet spots.’

“From one girl with an overprotective dad to another,” Lee suddenly chimed into the conversation. “How did yours react when you told him you were going on this trip? If you even told him?”

“Oh, I told him, alright.” Hailey chuckled and crossed her arms. After a moment, she readjusted so said crossing was pushing her boobs up. A greater show-off than ever, with 80% of her tits on display. “He threw me out of the house, imagine that.”

“…Wild guess, your mom doesn’t approve either, does she?” Lee asked.

“If anythin’ she’s judgin’ me worse, even if she doesn’t do much. Says I make Jesus cry with this infidelity. Mom’s tad more religious than paw-paw. Pro’lly brought that over from Arkansas.”

“Wait, your mother is from Arkansas?” John asked and got a nod.

“Yup, born and half-raised. Her folks moved over when she was about nine, she says.”

That made a lot of sense. Accent in these parts was thick, but Hailey had a more notable drawl than most other people he had come across. Further influence from a state in the deeper US south explained that bit. “Well, whenever you decide to join my harem…” he stopped himself, while Hailey gave him an amused smile, “…IF you should decide to join my harem, I’d be happy to try and convince them that you’re not making the regular terribly unstable decision that polygyny usually is.”

“You’re right, I’m makin’ a much more terrible decision,” Hailey drawled in an upbeat tone. “Jokes aside, purrdy man, I would be much obliged if you tried. You are quite the charmer.”

‘So I am being told,’ John hummed in his thoughts.