The Gamer Chapter 1410 – Thorough Grinding 3 – Planning things out (Patreon)

Semen spilled out of Eliana’s cunt, a mere second after he pulled out. He took his hand off her throat and groaned when Hailey grabbed his cock from behind. The country gal gave him a couple more pumps, causing him to blast two more ropes across her stomach. Then he fell back against Hailey’s ample chest. Giggling, the tanned woman kept stroking his length, until Nightingale climbed over the spasming, pretty little psycho and wrapped her lips around it.

The harpy’s throat welcomed him in all of its snug, slippery glory. Folds quivered and stretched, accommodating his size. Her throat bulged. A moan vibrated her insides. Spit and love juices dripped from her chin. A sheen of sweat compromised the elegance of the lady of the night. Eliana’s blueish, pale hands grabbed the butt of the lean woman. Eyelids fluttered as the licking sound joined the debauched chorus.

Nightingale bobbed up and down, bringing herself to swift orgasm. Through the spasms, she kept working his cock with her throat pussy and tongue. Her hair was sticky with precum that had soaked into it while his dick had laid across her face. This was far from the first time during the past two hours that his cock was in her mouth. Neither was she the only one who was a picture perfect depiction of the words ‘thoroughly fucked’.

All around the couch were haremettes, sweaty and with at least one hole gaping from having been recently filled. Lorelei was the only one not engaged in any kind of obscenity, lying on her back and twitching, fully clothed and needs locked behind her chastity belt. Aside from her, only Gnome was alone. The earth spirit was working her cunt with the typical voyeuristic fervour. She was far beyond embarrassment, her mind completely occupied with the scenes before her. One glance at Jack prone boning Delicia and she managed to squirt all over herself and the leather couch.

Rave took that as her signal to dive in. The season elemental shouted in a spike in pleasure, the tongue dragging across her labia in the middle of her ecstasy. Right next to them, Nia and Lee were making out deeply, slowly grinding against each other, filling one another with a double-sided dildo.

Bent over the backrest of the couch, Scarlett sported an expression of pure, post-brat broken bliss. Siena and Nathalia stood behind her, taking turns playing with the (currently) honest submissive masochist. Metra and Claire were sitting on either side of Undine, worshipping the slime girl’s body. She tugged on collars of liquid shadow that she had wrapped around their necks. When it came to their fellow haremettes, Undine could take the part of the dom, infrequently as that was needed.

More moans came from the adjacent bathroom, where Jake had lined up Sylph, Momo, Beatrice and Lydia on the floor. All prone, on their stomachs, they were taking turns getting their backdoors fucked. Salamander and Aclysia cleaned him between poundings, with hands, tits, and mouth. That was the current configuration they got going. The latest iteration in the steadily changing tides of their daily orgies.

John picked up Nightingale, left Hailey and Eliana to make out, and put the harpy back down on an unused segment of the couch. She hooked her legs over the backrest, spread her gorgeous wings, and panted so intensely that John could feel every breath long before he penetrated her mouth again. His cock made her neck bulge, until he pressed his groin against her upside down chin. The harpy’s cunt shot up into the air. As much cum as had been lapped out of her, there was still more, ready to mix with her overflowing love juices and smear all over her creamy thighs.

Hard and fast, he fucked the goddess’ face. They were long past the point of foreplay. Brute stimulation was all she wanted right now. They both knew it and so he gave her exactly what they both wanted. He grabbed her slender waist, only to keep her from spasming all over the place, as she came again and again.

Then he was ready to cum. Those sensitive folds that lined the inside of her throat, they were too much to handle at this pace. Deep down her throat, he emptied another load. Spurt for spurt, she guzzled it all down.

That cumshot was the start of the calming period. John pulled out and, too taken by the intensity, just held the harpy in his arms. As soon as her orgasmic throws abated, she nuzzled against him. Whether she herself had no wish to continue or simply chose to entertain his wish for calm, he did not know. Optimally, it was both. As miraculous as their social structure was, they rarely synced up that perfectly.

It took about ten minutes, from John turning to cuddling, to Nathalia and Siena to get Scarlett comfortable. Between those two events, every engagement around slowed down, then turned into aftercare and cuddling, then dissolved entirely. Perfectly synced up, they may not have been, but they were close enough.

All together, they moved to the bathroom. A large, roman style bath, that was easily cleaned of what had happened to it by emptying some buckets over the stone floor. The runoff vanished under metal grates. They took showers, to get most of the stickiness off them, then stepped into the bath itself. Some haremettes needed some help at this stage. They gradually returned to full energy, while Delicia’s miracle drugs took effect.

John kept Nightingale close. No particular reason, she just was by his side when he entered the bathroom and stayed throughout. The harpy got to monopolize his lap and he made sure her absence of hands had no negative consequences for her personal hygiene.

“I never respected your craft as much as I do today, Delicia,” the harpy told her friend.

Now John did let Nightingale monopolize his back, but the smug maid still had her duty as bathroom maid, doubly so now that producing soap for him no longer counted against her daily volume limit. Big squishy bags rubbed against his back in a steady massage that only the few with sufficiently submissive, big-titted lovers could ever enjoy.

Despite the compliment, Delicia reached around John and grabbed the harpy by the shoulders. She shouted in surprise when she was thoroughly shaken by the shortstack. “Stop only loving alchemy when it cures you of cock hangover!” Delicia demanded and let go. Cheeks puffed up, she exercised her frustration by grinding against John extra hard. Her pebbled nipples left hot trails on his back. “Hrumph!”

John reached up and scratched her head until she let out an appeased hum. “Aren’t you easy to please?”

“Don’t diss my most admirable qualities or do you want me to be more complicated?” Delicia shot back. “Keep patting me, noble.”

“Yes, yes.” John combed short, white hair with one hand and long black with the other.

Nightingale amusedly hid her smile behind a raised wing. “It’s one of the rare times that your skills have any impact on my life.”

“Oh, you wanna play that game, Gale? How often did your singing do anything for me, huh?”

“There was that one time when I managed to distract the safety commission for you.”

“Urgh!”

“Or when you required a specific frequency for your latest project.”

“Ah!”

“I further remember you desperately needing an attraction for a fundraiser.”

“Guh!” Delicia toppled over backwards, as if the series of examples was driving stake after stake into her ample chest. Holding onto John’s shoulders, she dragged herself back up. Her chin rested on the curve of his neck. “I surrender… take your price….”

“In the past I would have demanded silence… these days.” Nightingale lowered her wing and soon they exchanged a romantic kiss right next to John’s head. The smacking of their lips stirred urges barely put to rest. Noticing the twitching against her leg, the harpy broke the kiss and whispered, “The sight of your haremettes has roused you, my patriarch?”

“Always,” John whispered back. He pushed himself out of the water and up to the rim of the pool. Nightingale took the hint quickly and assumed the position between his legs again. The goddess of the night venerated his manhood with long, loving licks – tame compared to the orgy they had left behind.

As the service was rendered by Nightingale, Delicia resumed soaping him up with her entire body. Nothing about her was quite as squishy as her tits or ass, but she was a short, curvaceous woman. Even her arms were soft. The undersides of them glided over his chest. Fingers trailed the form of his abs.

‘Someone is enjoying herself,’ John thought, catching a glance of Delicia’s blank, flushed face. The smug maid was entirely enthralled by his body. The more she became part of this harem, the more frequently he caught her blushing openly like that. As she had announced to him, she was making an effort to be more vulnerable – open instead of sassy all the time. Rather than disturb her indulgence, John turned to everyone else.

Even though he was getting his service, again, the general mood in the room stayed light and chatty. There was some touching here and there, but nothing that left the realm of flirty. He cleared his throat, and attention gradually shifted to him.

“It’s time we actually talk about what we want to achieve this grinding session,” he told everyone. “First, I’ve identified that I can get both Metracana Master and Golemcrafter done, so I’ll want the levels for that. I’ll only need about 11, in addition to the ones I get through the usual.” Nightingale underlined that part of the announcement by audible slurping the precum off the swollen head. “Considering we have 20 days, that won’t be difficult at all. Obviously, we’ll want to finish the Raid. There’s only one more boss in there – unless there’s a secret boss. I’m not entirely sure, but we’ll see. After that, we could either open the next Raid, do normal Assaults, or… Court Dust.”

“Please no,” Gnome whimpered.

“Yeah, I agree, I’d rather not.” John rolled his shoulders. “From a pure efficiency standpoint, we should do it whenever we can… but I really don’t want to.”

“Is that a good enough argument?” Scarlett threw in. “You were a complete and utter cunt when you came back from the session last time, but let’s be realistic, I’d rather you be an asshat for a day and useless for another two than have you be underlevelled when shit hits the fan.”

“A valid point,” John admitted readily. The thought had crossed his mind as well. Levels didn’t become any better or worse because of the way he had acquired them, neither would they decay because he snorted fairy cocaine. “We’ll have a vote on it during the last couple of days, I think that’s the smartest way to go about it.”

Scarlett shrugged and rubbed her throat. She seemed almost regretful that the choke marks had been healed already. “Sure, that works.”

“I believe I can confidently speak for this gathering at large when I state my intent to make a decision regarding an attempt on the next Raid only upon seeing what its difficulty is,” Lydia made her opinion known. There were some nods around. “Which, I reckon, we should be able to achieve within the day?”

“The day or the day day?” Sylph blabbered.

“The next perceived 24 hours,” Lydia clarified. “One boss in a Raid that we overlevel? Should be an easy task to get used to the most lethal mechanics and out damage the rest.”

“If it stays at one,” John agreed.

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An hour later, John stood across from Steve. The giant owner of the Music Library looked back with the passive hostility of an attack-triggered NPC. ‘Level 530 versus 554… might not be an auto-win, but it certainly shouldn’t be too difficult.’

They first-tried him.

Something was just right in those ten minutes. They pulled off the perfect opener, combining a fully charged attack from Beatrice and Metra with a swiftly placed Death Nail.

Immediately the empty shop had filled with new shelves. Exceedingly cheerful, Steve had thrown recommendations at them – quite literally tossing a CD at each of them. That was the core mechanic of the fight, as it turned out. Each of them had a choice to either return the CD to where it belonged among the genres and the alphabetical orders, to buy the CD (reducing their mana or equivalent resource for the rest of the fight, in return for a temporary damage boost), or to steal them (taking damage after holding onto them, doing nothing). Dropping them was not an option.

Attached to that mechanic was the summoning of Store Clerks. When a CD was bought, they were pleased, reducing their damage. If a CD was returned, they had no reaction. If A CD was stolen, they became faster and stronger.

The moment John identified that there was a damage boosting mechanic, he knew they could clear this encounter in record time. What was worse for a Raid encounter than being hit with more damage than it was designed for? Multiplying the already too large number. What was supposed to serve as a rubber band for difficult stretches of combat turned into the nuclear option for the party.

Throughout the fight, the layout of the shop kept changing. What started as straightforward rows of CD shelves turned positively labyrinthian. Five times the shop changed around and five times Steve was promoted. First promotion, he gained the ability to throw an ‘Employee of the Minute’ badge at any Store Clerk. For that minute, that Clerk would be invincible and deal massively increased damage, needing to be CC'd until the invincibility wore off. Second phase, customers spawned in the shop, running around and serving as movement obstacles. An annoyance when they wanted to return the CDs. Third promotion, the fight gained an AoE component in the form of sacks of money dropping from the ceiling. Fourth promotion, he gained the ability to teleport around the shop, which made damaging him a bit more difficult – doubly so with the complicated layout and winding routes they had to take to get to him. Fifth and final promotion, Steve’s shopkeeper outfit was replaced with a suit and tie, increasing his physical abilities massively.

Throughout all of that, they were steadily decreasing their resources by steadily turning in CDs. Only Undine and Claire had stayed away from that mechanic. Until the last stretch, that was.

Everyone had their eyes on the slime girl when she Unleashed for the first time since her upgrade. Her body expanded in a tide of tendril waves that spread out like the petals of a corpse flower, before all stretching as a vortex of teeth towards Steve.

Even the Raidboss was temporarily disabled by the sheer intensity of the abyssal blue onslaught. The air rang with the strange tones of the ancient elemental tongue, sung in crystal clear madness. Undine upon Undine peeled out of morass, as the giant swiped away at it. His immense power scattered the liquid shadow and heavy water, and all of it turned into tendrils that straightened into needles with the force of deep sea pressure. All the while, clones of the abysstide elemental that were masses of red eyes and icy blades continuously clawed away at the owner of the store. Individually they did little, combined it reminded of the terrifying reality a swarm of ants presented.

All of that, with its damage increased by the mechanic of the fight.

‘Well, it’s certainly more unnerving than before,’ John thought. Undine’s Unleash had been brutal before, marked by floods of salt water and high-pressure streams. This was more chaotic and simultaneously more deliberate. There was an eldritch intelligence in the way Undine operated that John could not tap into. Her mind was separated from his by a swirling wall of rage and single-purpose thinking.

And just as her Unleash began to wear off, Claire bought the CD she was holding and triggered the Death Nail. A portion of the damage they had done over the course of the fight was increased, then descended on the distracted boss. It rammed into his shoulder and emerged from his thigh. Even though John knew Steve was just a creation for the purpose of levelling, he flinched at the sight. The head of the giant went limp, and his form dissolved rapidly. The shelves, the Store Clerks, and the customers all went with him.

John shook off his sympathy and turned to the cash register. Predictably, it was the former owner’s loot chest. ‘Party trick, hot mix tape, party trick,’ he thought as he pulled out the items. He stopped for a moment at a bottle of beer that refilled each time someone had completed an 8-hour shift. ‘Alcoholism trap,’ he thought and put it away as well.

The only worthwhile loot of the encounter was Steve’s Cap and only because it was the kind of hat Hailey liked to wear. The enchantments on it were numerous and of defensive value, so it would make for a nice gift. Otherwise, he got a level (for 10 minutes invested, a tremendous pay-off) and the end of Raid window.


“Let’s fight Radiohead!” Rave declared.

John groaned out loud. “Do we have to?” he asked. “Radiohead gives me a headache each time I fight him, he always has meme loot, and he’ll be underlevelled so I doubt that he’ll give me more than the More Power option here. With 4 levels in the first 10 minutes of our grinding session, we’d be waaaay ahead of schedule.”

“He’s so fun to fight though!” Rave whined.

“How would you know?” John challenged. “The first time I fought him, I was grinding to save your glorious butt from Eliana and the second time I was doing a 16-hour Assault without you. You literally never even saw it.”

“But he sounds cool!”

“He isn’t,” Salamander declared.

“I deem it not worth the effort,” Lydia supported. One by one, Rave was outvoted, leaving the techno lover to pout.




And now it was time to beat some Class Challenges instead.