The Gamer Chapter 1369 – Laugh Bully (Patreon)

“And that’s when I decked her in the face!” Rave stated enthusiastically and executed a straightforward jab. The motion only hit the air at the top of the staircase and quickly transformed into her grabbing the handle of the door.

“How come so many of your stories end with you punching someone in the face?” John asked, following her into the living room of the bus. “Feels like you keep picking fights with people.”

“How come so many of your stories – oh wait, ya barely have any stories.” Rave kicked the door closed behind them. “Feels like ya sat around at home, wanking it all the time.”

“You realize that just proves that you picked those fights, yeah?” the Gamer asked. “Because that is exactly what I did. Unlike me you’re still picking them though. How long ago was that?”

“Like 3, maybe 4 months ago? It was while we were rolling around the GRO area.”

“…There’s a lot to unpack there…” John mumbled. “You do remember that punching people in the face is bad optics, yeah?”

“Quit thinking like a mundane, tiger, Abyssals punch people all the time.”

“Okay, but most Abyssals couldn’t turn their opposite into ashes and scattered brain matter with a slap.” John stepped over into the kitchen and grabbed one of the slices of cream-cheese-covered bell pepper. At all hours of the day, Aclysia had some food prepared for them. Little ever went to waste. Even if things started to get stale or dry, there was always one of three human wastebins available: Eliana, Claire, or Sylph.

John looked down, when the sizable paw of a jaguar was put against his leg. “She’s incompetent, but not that incompetent,” Copernicus commented. Trotting closely behind the solar feline was Velka. The Magryph had figured out how to get in and out of the bus a few days after her arrival. It had only taken her a couple minutes, really, but she had been occupied with strolling around the property. Most days, John only saw the Magryph when she came back for the scheduled meal Eliana or Nia put down for her. At other times, Velka did whatever her species did out in the wild.

At home, she was every bit the greedy birdcat she’d always been.

With big eyes and soft nibbling at John’s waistband, she warbled for a treat. “You’re just pretending to be obedient to pull at my heartstrings.” John fished another piece of bell pepper. “It’s working, you adorable thief.” He dropped the vegetable.

Velka immediately transformed from cute bird into voracious pet. Twisting her whole body around, she snapped at the bell pepper. Too slow – Copernicus came in from the side and snapped it away right under her beak. The birdcat let out a series of complaining cries like a fire alarm. In that open-mouthed way that most mammals used, the solar feline reduced the size of the treat until it nicely slid down into his stomach.

“Ya know ya can ask for your own slice, yeah?” Rave asked and put a finger between Copernicus’ eyes. Immediately, the cat’s ears turned backwards and he tried to back away. Rave kept up the chase. It looked as goofy as it was uncomfortable for the eclipse elemental.

“Her’s taste better,” Copernicus hissed.

Demanding, like a four year old who had something taken from them what they had been promised, Velka meowed at John. She got on her hindlegs, leaned onto him for support, and greedily eyed the snacks. If they had been placed anywhere besides the kitchen counter, she would have already stolen however many she could fit in her stomach. Only maid-related training kept the birdcat from doing what she did best.

John did her the favour and grabbed one of the treats and offered it to her. Unlike Copernicus, Velka had a bird neck, evolved to swallow things whole. Granted, as a corvid, not quite as large as other birds, but a slice of bell pepper was certainly within the edible range. Once it was all the way down, the birdcat warbled for the next piece.

Copernicus eventually dashed out through the door, leaving Rave shouting something annoyed after him, before closing the door. By that time, John had fed Velka enough of the snacks that she grew disinterested in cream cheese. “The nerve of the glowing furball!” his girlfriend declared.

“Like you never stole my coffee,” John pointed out.

“Yours tastes… better… this proves nothing!” Rave stabbed him in the cheek with her index finger.

“E-everything alright?” Gnome asked from the couch. She and Lorelei appeared to be playing some kind of board game.

“Just the usual problems with Cappy,” Rave responded and let out a deep sigh. Side-eyeing her chuckling partner, she asked, “What’s so funny, tiger?”

“Just you berating Copernicus is a long way from where you started,” he responded. “Wonder if it will reach a point where you are teaching him something. You aren’t going to teach him humility.”

“Could’ve made my life way easier if I’d chosen a different elemental partner.”

“Yeah, but you wouldn’t have these.” John scratched her behind the cat ears. The touch caused Rave’s irritation to melt away. Intense relaxation took its place and she purred deeply. Bit for bit, she leaned into the fingers, making him scratch different spots that further elevated the volume of her satisfied vocalization. “So I say that was quite worth it.”

“Mh-hmmm,” Rave hummed in agreement. She tilted more and more towards his hand. Then, she suddenly had to take a step to keep herself from falling. Velka, startled, hopped to the side. John put his arms around his girlfriend. “Whoopsie,” she laughed it off and got back to standing straight. “Ya can’t just scratch my ears while we’re standing, that’s dangerous.”

“You could, you know, try not to lose your balance?”

“And be responsible for my own actions? Nah.” Rave waved off.

“Y-you’re sure you’re fine over there?” Gnome asked again, probably wondering what Velka suddenly running for the stairs was about. The Magryph pulled down the handle with her beak and then made her way to the outside.

John closed the door and exchanged a glance with Rave. Only with their eyes and slight movements of their heads, they had a quick conversation. Both of them smiled sadistically, then John let go of the handle.

Rave jumped over the backrest of the couch and had an arm around Gnome before she was even properly settled. On the other side of the corner segment, Lorelei shifted around anticipatingly. She could see exactly where this was going. Then again, so could Gnome, without any second sight required. By the time John sat down next to the seer, the season elemental was blushing heavily.

Grabbing Lorelei’s thigh, he kissed the white-blonde’s neck, while Rave whispered loudly enough for all four to hear, “You’re always so concerned about us.” The leader of the harem ran a hand over one of the braids that ran down each side of Gnome’s head. All the way to where they both unified into one and cascaded down with the rest of her earthy brown hair.

“I-I mean… I do love you, so…?”

“Aww, isn’t that adorable?” Rave seductively leaned in, staying just a finger’s width away from Gnome’s lips. “John, what do you think?”

“I think she’s really quite adorable.”

“Uwu… uwuwuwuwu…” Gnome let out her embarrassed little sound. “T-thank y-“

“I think she just wants our attention,” Rave interrupted. She grabbed the end of Gnome’s braid and yanked her head back by it. “Do you? Do you just want our attention?”

“N-no!” Gnome was quick to deny, then moaned when Rave flicked her nipple through the thin cover of the green leaf dress. Breathing audibly, she squirmed within the embrace of her bully. “No, I’m really concerned that you’re doing well…”

“Really? Because it looks like ya enjoy our attention oh so much.” Rave’s hand travelled down Gnome’s midriff. Effortlessly, she pushed between the elegant legs of the season elemental, brushing her skirt aside. Gnome inhaled tremblingly. “Oh, no panties!” Rave cried out in fake surprise. “Is that how a good girl dresses?” A tiny pause. “Yes, yes, it is.”

Gnome was silenced by the demanding presence of Rave’s lips on hers. Voraciously, one devoured the other. Barely, the earth spirit managed to keep up with the pace of the feline Lightbearer’s desires. “Jealous?” John whispered in Lorelei’s ear.

Totally enthralled by the situation before her, the one word made the seer jump. Instinctively, she sought shelter in the arms of the man who had surprised her. Before she could course correct, if she would even do that, John closed his embrace around her. “I… if I may…”

“You may not,” John told her and Lorelei shut down in confusion. “Is it a verbal tic you have or do you genuinely need for my every approval of your actions? You may answer that.”

“B-both, Master?” Lorelei stammered.

John smirked and grabbed the rim of her collar. The tear of the summer dress was accompanied by a lustful gasp from the one wearing it. Eagerly, he took a handful of her left tit. The roughness of his grasp only increased the enjoyment the masochistic, demure woman got out of it.

Both of the bulliable, shy women breathed erotically within the demanding grasps of their respective dom. Then, just by mutual understanding, both John and Rave backed off a little bit. Lorelei and Gnome looked dishevelled already, their dresses either partly dissolved or ruined. “Just act like we aren’t even here,” the Gamer demanded.

An impossible order, since neither he nor Rave stopped teasing them. Even with their nipples getting circled and their pussy lips teased, they tried to obey. Moaning, they returned to their board game. For almost a full minute, they rolled their dice and moved their pieces.

“Ya never talk when we ain’t around?” Rave asked. “Come on – like we aren’t even here.”

“Uwuwuwu…” Gnome suppressed the sound of her embarrassment and cleared her throat. “S-s-s-sooo… the buttons I gave you?”

“Y-yes!” Lorelei responded, way louder than she usually would have. “They were… were w-wonder-FUL!” An intense spasm went through her when John found her clit. “I used… I used them… on the shirt I made… I made for Delicia-ah.”

“Glad to hear that you… uhm…” Gnome glanced over her shoulder, at her tormentor who was doing nothing at the moment. “…that you… that you liked them… It was fun to makesomethingthatsmalloutofstonnnnghhhe-“ Gnome’s words melded into a nearly incomprehensible string of syllables after Rave suddenly pushed both her hands between the season elemental’s now clenching legs.

“I think they can’t do it, John,” Rave suggested, disappointment in her voice. “They just can’t ignore us. They’re just too well trained, ya know?”

John sighed theatrically, “We are so cursed with these good girls. Are you a good girl, Lorelei?”

“I-if Master thinks so, I may be,” Lorelei responded.

“I do think so,” John responded. He pressed a button and Lorelei let out a wanton, throaty sigh when she felt his hard cock press against her ass. The tiny skirt of her dress was easily ignored, while he lifted Lorelei onto his lap and penetrated her all the way. “Is this the kind of attention you wanted, hm?”

“Yes, Master!” Lorelei bounced on his cock, following the guidance of his hands on her waist. It was so nice and thin, the perfect middle piece between her decently large breasts and shapely bottom. There was barely any definition to her body, she was just healthily thin, her body sculpted by her measured eating habits and daily activity, not deliberate training.

“Look at them having all the fun,” Rave whispered loudly to Gnome. “Can’t have me be bored, right?”

“I-I mean… no?” Gnome’s confused answer amused the feline Lightbearer more than anything. Swiftly, Rave toppled her over. Lying on her back, Gnome stared voyeuristically at where John’s cock spread open Lorelei’s cunt, until the pink-haired leader of the harem straddled her face.

Winking once at her boyfriend, Rave bent over so she and Gnome could eat each other out. In doing so, she presented her perfect rear to John. Loudly, Lorelei’s surprised shout let him know that he didn’t just imagine his cock getting harder at the sight.

“That’s the ass of the woman that let me have a harem,” the Gamer reminded his current partner. “There’s only one thing you should do when seeing it.”

John repositioned the two of them, bending Lorelei over. While pounding the seer from behind, he shoved her towards the flawless curve of Rave’s backside. Neither too large nor too small, too fat or too modest, just a perfect showcase of the female rear from every single angle. Lorelei kissed it reverently.

John’s demand was a secondary motivation to the genuine desire she felt to worship that butt. As a good girl, Lorelei already knew what her position in this harem was, where she wanted to be when they were having sex. Moaning and kissing the squishy firmness before her, the seer was entirely absorbed in the moment. John could hear it in her every cry.

Smirking approvingly, Rave looked up. Even while she was following John’s handiwork, she was rapidly fingering Gnome’s cunt. The earth spirit’s hips rose from the couch while she came. Lorelei’s folds clenched around his cock at the same time.

It was an unspoken law of their arrangement that subs came more regularly than doms. Yes, John and Rave may have been doing whatever they wanted with their partner’s bodies, including using their mouths in whatever ways they wanted, but it was clear who was getting more physical attention overall. It was just so satisfying to see a submissive reduced to a gasping, quivering pile of begging and fulfilled desires. A dom’s rewards were generally more psychological.

A fact that elevated John’s orgasm to quite extreme heights when he finally pumped his semen inside her. “Yes! Fill my womb, Master!” Lorelei cried in open perversion. She thrust her ass back, so he was as deeply inside her as was absolutely possible. Her demand for his seed had grown so much more direct since they had talked about her wish to have seven children.

Three minutes of calming down later, John found himself sitting the regular way. The board game was essentially forgotten. Lorelei and Gnome were sitting on his sides, while Rave helped herself to satisfying more of her cravings by sucking him off. Suddenly, Lorelei jolted up. “I must excuse myself a moment,” she said hastily and hurried over to the bathroom.

‘It is that time of the month for her,’ the Gamer thought.

The Abyss had a number of solutions for the period. Number one employed was the procedure that simultaneously rendered them infertile until it was removed. John was not entirely sure what happened, but essentially Apothecaries used careful biomancy to mess with the womb in such ways that the cycle was frozen at a specific point. There were no apparent drawbacks to this, aside from its removal being entirely up to another Apothecary being willing to do so.

Rave, Lydia, and Eliana had it running for the longest time – until some time after John got the Perk to disable his own fertility. Since they had unloaded the gun, wearing a bulletproof vest was unnecessary. This did bring with it the issue of menstruation though. One that then had to be solved with a number of other products.

It wasn’t John’s favourite thing to think about, but he was a man in several relationships and he would be doing his partners a disservice if he did not acknowledge the hardships that came along with being the childbearing side of the species. Eliana obviously solved her problems with blood magic, just keeping the one egg, which she had named Damian, ready for whenever John decided he wanted a son. Not sure how she had decided that they would have a son first, but she had.

Rave, Lydia, Lorelei, Lee, Scarlett, Nightingale and Nia had to deal with these issues. Them being a bit cranky from the abdominal pains and hormonal imbalance was something John could just deal with. The typical C and C worked wonders there, being cuddles and chocolate. None of his girls turned into figurative harpies during those days (not even the literal harpy). The worst were short-lived emotional outbreaks and self-isolation.

A larger problem, one thankfully solved by magical means, was the run-off related to the period. Their bedsheet situation was complicated enough without factors involving that. Alchemy had solved that issue in a way that prevented the excessive build-up, which also meant that John did not have to worry about potential mishaps during penetration during those days.

As to why his human or human-adjacent women even bothered with this when the aforementioned ‘womb freezing’ existed, answers varied. Nightingale reportedly just found the idea abhorrent to let anyone meddle with her womanhood like that. Rave and Lydia had reported that they had only done it because they had deemed it the lesser of two risks and much preferred running the regular course of biology, even if that had its downsides. Lee was too lazy to go through the procedure. Scarlett refused to put herself in a situation where her fertility could be held hostage. Lorelei had a religious conviction against it; the Lady did not approve of measures that diminished a woman’s fertility, as clearly proven by a Warden getting pregnant on the mere loss of their virginity.

When John had pushed her on that, pointing out that he himself had a toggle for this granted by said Lady herself, Lorelei had more accurately answered that she simply wanted to be ready for it when he was. She had also pointed out that it was a purely woman-focused principle, which John found more than a little odd. Condoms were fine, but the pill wasn’t? There was a point there that he could understand, somewhat, but to make it a religious tenet was just confusing.

Lorelei came back from the bathroom, having likely ingested one of said potions. With Delicia around, they would never have to worry about running short on them again. Just about the only useful thing she currently contributed with her skillset. John would truly test what she was capable of once they were back in the Guild Hall.

For now, it was still vacation time.