The Gamer Chapter 1406 – A Night With Odd Thoughts (Patreon)

There had been a lot to tell. There was a fair bit of doubt bundled up in his favourite Fateweaver’s mind. Most of it was related to her loathing school and how to cope with being part of it. They had a talk about whether she needed to. A day later, she was out.

The consequence of that being that she became another one of his housekeepers had not been what he had originally anticipated. A secondary obligation that she put on herself to have things to do when she did not have the energy to train. As per Aclysia’s announcement, the help was welcome but she would not become part of the maids. Not without proving her mettle, at least.

Which put John in an interesting position. Lying awake at night, half-blanketed by the bodies of his haremettes, he stared into the endless and yet infinitely shallow darkness of his blindness. To lie in bed, bereft of sight, was therapeutic. His additional senses let him sense the haremettes around him. The heat rising from their bodies. The air moved by their breath. The vibrations of their asleep twitching, tossing and turning. Even the very beating of their hearts or magical pulses, he could sense. All of that joined the usual duo of tactile sensations and fragrances.

It was the beautiful melody of their bedroom. That which remained after the symphony of erotic activity had died down and only the peace of the shared night was present.

‘Master?’ Aclysia’s voice in his head was accompanied by the gentle tip-toeing of an index and middle finger walking up his sternum. ‘What is keeping you awake?’

‘Complicated,’ John confessed.

‘Lay it out to me in detail.’ Aclysia nuzzled a little closer against his side. She had taken it after Rave had done the inevitable and rolled away. An act that, even though Rave was currently sprawled out across three other girls, had not woken up anyone. Most of the haremettes were heavy sleepers. A necessary adaptation when there were a few rowdy sleepers around.

‘Well, deep down there’s just a general happiness. I don’t want to drift off into sleep yet. I’m too happy to let go yet.’ Gently, his hand brushed down her torso. Lying on her side, the inwards swing of her midriff was emphasized. Inevitably, it led to the swing of her bubble butt. Unable to help himself, he climbed that smooth hill and compromised its roundness by digging into it. The yielding softness was unlike anything else.

Blood surged to his member. Not even fully erect, his cock was already subject to the lapping of the shortstack that laid next to his leg. Giant tits squished into his limb. Lips wrapped around the tip of his cock. ‘Isn’t it great to have me around, Master?’ Delicia asked.

‘Hmmm, if you keep doing that, definitely,’ John thought, feeling his hard cock getting sucked deeper and deeper into her throat. ‘That’s a good girl…’

John could sense the smug response build up inside her, then get wrestled down by a sweetly submissive, ‘Thank you, Master.’ Her insides twitched around him, when she hit the base. With slow, clean motions, she served him.

It only inflamed his hunger. ‘I had a really horny day, is another reason, and I just am not satisfied yet,’ he stated.

‘You know there’s a way to solve that, yeah?’ Momo weighed in.

John licked his lips, and reached out for all five of his maids. They all had been connected to his mind the moment Aclysia had first started talking to him. His cock quietly popped out of Delicia’s mouth and they all rose from where in the sprawling centre of the bed they rested.

Together, they made their way to the lower plateau on the left side of the bed. The silk drapes parted with the brush of a hand, allowing them to climb up into the bed by using the couch around the base as steps.

The mattress they arrived on had a lot more in common with a Bedouin bed than the traditional assembly of blankets and pillows below. Large, firm pillows gave plenty to lounge in and framed the central mattress in a way that made rolling out difficult. Another mixture of couch and steps led up to the second platform. They had no need of it at the moment.

Claire carefully pulled the silk closed behind them, and John growled with animalistic desire. He grabbed Delicia by the neck and tossed her into the middle of the pillows. “Gaia, I love it when you do- THAT!” she shouted, her Master hilting inside her cunt with one thrust. She was still spread from his thorough usage of her not an hour earlier. Every nightly rest had an orgy to precede it.

“Do you just love that or do you love me?”

“You too, duh!” Delicia declared. Her tits swayed back and forth, while he hammered her short frame. “I love this because it is you. I love you!”

Arms wrapped around his neck. Petite breasts squished against his back. “We all do,” Claire whispered in his ear. Her voice sent pleasant tingles down his back, soaked in desire and crazy obsession. “Can you paint her in your seed for me, Master? Please? Please?!” Her voice got louder and louder, as did Delicia’s moans. Aclysia and Beatrice latched onto nipples of the shortstack, while Momo bowed towards her cunt to give both the clit and John’s moving shaft some attention.

All the depraved noises were swallowed up by the enchantments of the curtain. No matter how much they begged or how loudly his groin smacked against Delicia’s rippling thighs, their actions would not disturb any sleep. “Is that what you want? To be covered in cum?”

“YEshhhh!” Delicia exclaimed. “Make meeeee a platter for your delicious seed!”

John accelerated, pounding his fifth maid with relentless need to release. Between his raw use of her and the multi-directional stimulation of her fellow servants, Delicia’s curvy, short frame was spasming underneath him. Her heels dug into his back, always refusing to let him pull out and urging him to plunge back inside.

When he could hold on no longer, he pulled out. His cock twitched in the air, but no seed spurted out. He had slightly miscalculated. It took little to fix his mistake. Momo turned, her expression empty, her mouth agape from panting. His pulsing manhood across her face, she tongue-bathed his balls and gave the shaft a few slow pumps.

Semen exploded over Delicia’s body. Aclysia and Beatrice backed off, only to let the white decorate her pale skin. Intensely, his cum showered her face, the valley of her massive tits, and her midriff, all of it. The last few drops soaked into Momo’s straight, white hair, messing up the usual order.

The dragon and vampire maids lost no time, voraciously descending on Delicia. Momo would have done the same, had he not snapped his fingers. “Momo, you’re my comfort hole.” The sparkle of willing surrender overcame any wilful retort she had to that. Her body shivered, then became completely still, as she suppressed her own autonomy in the name of obeying his ‘mind control’.

On all fours, at an angle from the scene of three maids cleaning one, Momo knelt. Mouth and throat were aligned, to let John shove his manhood all the way down without any obstacle. His hands wrapped around her neck, holding her, feeling the bulge of his every thrust advance and recede. Her white eyes rolled up in her pretty face. To be a comfort hole obviously meant that her throat was one hell of a sensitive hole. As long as she believed that was the case, a mixture of fae biology and psychology made it the case.

Mercilessly, he fucked her throat. She only moaned occasionally. A comfort hole did not need to be loud, neither did she need to be quiet. John had a preference for volume, but this helpless, ecstatic loss of her voice had its own charm.

The second orgasm came quicker than the first. He blasted his seed down the fae toy’s throat. Drop for drop, he kept thrusting, until he had nothing more to give. “Cleanse,” he groaned, following an exhausted snap.

Momo gulped down the last of his seed, after he had pulled out. “Someone needed that,” she gasped, backing away from the cushion that she had sprayed with her pussy juices.

“Yeah.” John looked over to where the inhumanely long tongues of the dragon maid and the regularly long tongue of Claire lapped the last of his cum from Delicia. With a little gesture, he had them give him the room to lay down on a large pillow that propped his head and upper back up. The five maids proceeded to form a semi-circle around him. From left to right, it was Aclysia, Claire, Momo, Delicia and then Beatrice. The most pleasing they had found for their ensemble of five. “Claire.”

The vampire maid squealed, as if she had just been given access to the world’s largest assortment of chocolate oranges, and mounted him. The slender, bottom-heavy woman was swift to start bouncing on his cock. Her sharp fangs showed when she bit her lower lip. Red eyes glowed with lust and fulfilment.

“Another reason why I’m up is the question if I should give Lee some outfit,” the Gamer confessed.

Aclysia clasped her hands together. “Have I caused you stress, Master? My stance on the withholding of the maid uniform is not so strong that your word would not supersede it.”

“No, I think it’s proper that you’re the one that decides who gets it in the future, if there’s even anyone else.” He smiled at each of the kneeling, or bouncing, maids. “I think being my maid is about more than being a housekeeper of mine. Especially when it comes to you five mildly crazy beauties.”

“I am not crazy!” Momo declared.

“Eeehhhh…” Delicia shook her hand in a unbalanced gesture. “You’re at least a 5 out of 10 on the crazy scale.”

“Oh yeah? And where does that put you?”

“About a 6.5, I’d say… What? You thought I thought I was normal? I obviously got something unordinary about my brain. Too bad for most people they’re missing out on how great I am.” Delicia put her hands on her hips. Her boobs bounced boastfully, beautifully betraying complete confidence. “Beatrice here is a 7. Aclysia and Claire are 8 to 9.”

“Urgh, as long as we agree I’m the least crazy around here. Bae, you agree with this?”

“No definition of crazy is given, the scale is worthless. Advice: return to topic.”

“But I like watching you banter, almost as much as I like watching Claire cum her brains out.” The vampire maid was grinning and holding herself in a love-crazed, quivering embrace. When her eyelids weren’t fluttering, she was devouring his every feature with her eyes. “Even if she isn’t one of my maids, I think she’d look cute in an outfit. Since the school girl is out now… hmmm… I could give her a school girl outfit that she’s supposed to wear during housekeeping.”

“I would greatly approve of this,” Aclysia stated. “A uniform would make it easy to gauge when she is doing her work versus when she is training or gaming.”

“I’ll get together with Lorelei for a design then… Finally, there’s tomorrow. I don’t know if what we have planned is good enough.”

“Nia doesn’t want much, nothing to be done about that,” Delicia said with a shrug. “I don’t think you have to worry much, Master. She’ll be happy about our gift.”

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Nia was ecstatic about her gift.

It was rare to see Nia make a pronounced expression, much less one of such unadulterated joy. An open-mouthed grin was plastered on her face, putting little wrinkles around her eyes. She glanced left to right, looking at what the limited range of her head motion allowed.

The pariah was wrapped up in a tight sleeping bag. Telling her to enter it after they had eaten breakfast together had caused a slightly raised eyebrow but otherwise no resistance at all. John had then proceeded to put a sleeping mask on her face and carried his haremette burrito once around the house and then to Velka’s house.

There, the other haremettes had prepared an inflatable swimming pool. There was no water in it at all, it was just a comfortable, easily put up barrier for what happened next. Nia had been placed in it, head resting on Velka, who had been convinced to lay still for a bit. Then, John had put the Silver Fur on her chest, baby Stirwin right next to the tiny, metal bunny, and then put a bunch of dragon kittens, baby thunder emus, and water pups into the tub with Nia.

On all sides, the pariah was surrounded by cute, inexperiencedly tapping animals. They bumped into each other, meowed and cried, sometimes playfully swatted at each other. Nia was still confined by the sleeping bag, just watching it all play out. “You can enjoy this as long as you want,” John told her, petting the golden head of his blank. “We borrowed them from a shelter. The keepers were happy to have them out of the limited space for a bit. Plus, they know you.”

“This is great!” Nia squeaked and kissed a nearby puppy on the head. The mixture of seal and dog robbed closer and booped her with her nose.

“As promised, we’re not giving you a big celebration. We’ll just go after our day now. If you need something, please call Aclysia or Lee.” John put a phone at the edge of the swimming pool and then stepped away.

“Love you!” Nia shouted. “I love all of you!”

“Think she means the animals or us, tiger?” Rave joked, as they left.

“You’re the mindreader.” John chuckled.