The Gamer Chapter 1424 – Thorough Grinding 16 – Hanging out more (Patreon)

John was enjoying the new kind of Raiding more with every day that passed. It was just nice to have two bodies at home so he could spend time with all the haremettes that usually just hung out without him while he was off grinding. It gave him that precious time to connect deeper with what his non-combatants were doing.

It was day 12 of their grinding session. They were still clearing out the witch area of the Raid, searching for the Enchantress boss. John had gained 2 more levels in that time, from enemies and sex. He wasn’t sure what he would do with excess Class Levels he gained during the grind. Since Starforger was out for the time being, there were a number of potential choices.

Space Protector was at Level 7, so finishing that up could have been worthwhile even if it yielded no direct combat benefit. Silver Arcanist was an obvious contender, now that he had a good chunk of mana available again. Plus, he was looking forward to turning his Companion Cube into something actually useful. Then there was Martial Artist, to check for anything that would let him wield the mace properly. He’d prefer doing it via SEP, but this was probably the faster path. Plus, he also wanted to use SEP to buy more Ascension Puppet Perks. Harem Gamer was also enticing. There was an argument to be made for Disciple.

Then there was the list of Classes he had barely even touched yet – if at all. There were a few ones that would remain that way forever, probably. Housekeeper, for example, which he had absolutely no reason to think about. Thief, which probably had very interesting things for a build that John could not divert into. Monster Hunter, similarly, for a lifestyle that he was not going to bother with.

Tamer was a bit more interesting and he would probably divert some attention to it at some point. It depended on whether or not he had so many resources that he could afford to do so. To make Velka a potential combatant certainly was not up in his list of priorities.

Augmenter was something at least worthy of a look, he reckoned. It was the Class he had gotten when he had integrated the Maker’s Hand into himself. The Class could hold a way for him to make the contact lenses a permanent and integrated fixture, effectively fixing his blindness for good.

Breeder demanded his attention at some point or another. He would prefer it to be when he actually got to the breeding. Which, if he wanted to please Lydia, was sooner rather than later. Once Rave had her ring, Eliana would be bred. That was the deal.

Negotiator was a Class he had only put a single level into and that doubtlessly had utility in getting more. It was the only Class he had that helped with diplomacy. With how much of his life was taken by that task, it was bound to be a worthwhile investment.

Tech Reader could be a worthwhile utility Class, getting his technomancy further up there. Between Scarlett and Hailey, another thing that wasn’t a priority. Could be neat to have though.

Last and certainly not least was the new Monster Girl Creator Class. More Monster Girl Ascension Perks, among other things, would doubtlessly be worthwhile to have.

While John was contemplating all of that, he wandered through the house. He had no particular destination. He just wanted to stretch his legs a bit after having had a frustrating death in Sekiro. In a random spot in the hallway, he stopped and crouched down just a little. It was at that exact moment that a nearby door opened.

Hailey walked out and yawned. Slight bags under her eyes indicated she just had a nap of the unrefreshing variety. “What’cha doin’?” she asked.

“Sometimes I wonder how things would look if I was still the same height I used to be,” he confessed and straightened back up.

“Ya did that much growin’?” Hailey closed the door behind her, then headed over. Like him, she was stark naked, and her boobs bounced with every step. “That part always grows when I’m around, doesn’t it?”

“And what man would blame me?” John hummed. He reached between her legs and found her dry. ‘Well, she did just wake up,’ the Gamer thought. ‘Can’t all be wet dreams.’

The country gal directed his hand to the side of her hip instead. “Gotta warm up your Hailey, purrdy man.”

“Presumptive of you to give me sex advice.” The Gamer took small steps forward, gradually moving Hailey to the wall. Hard, he slammed his palm next to her head when her back was against the wall. The forceful impact actually made the country gal jump. The half-panicked breath she took was laden with excitement. “I know exactly what I am doing,” he told her in his dom voice.

Her nipples turned into hard nubs within moments. Up and down the side of her hip, his hand glided. Around to her butt, where he helped himself to a nice handful of her impressive assets. “Rub that dick against my thighs,” Hailey pleaded, staring up at him with big blue eyes. In the artificial light of the hallway, her tanned skin looked so deeply alluring. His cock vanished between the squishy warmth of her legs. A couple of thrusts, and he felt the wetness trickling from above.

Grabbing her leg, John pulled at it until Hailey understood. She slung it around his hips and her arms around his neck. On her toes, she was just high enough that he could press forwards into her now ready cunt.

The tight tunnel still remembered him from just a few hours ago. With ease, he filled her out. Fast and hard, he fucked her against the wall. Hailey wailed in undiluted bliss. High-pitched cries animated John to keep going. To hit the sensitive spots deep within her. Her tanned body was flushed with excitement. A loud spank echoed through the corridor. If she hadn’t already been pressed against the wall, she would have thrown her head back before she shouted.

“Yeee-e-e-esss, just like that, stud! Take me by the throat!” John immediately obliged. With more pressure than usual, he leaned onto her windpipe. Hailey grunted animalistically while he upped the pace. Tits and ass were jiggling constantly.

With barely any warning from his instincts, John came inside her. The power bottom closed her eyes and just enjoyed the ride. Each spurt of cum into her depths caused a new wave of goosebumps on her oil-stained skin. She grinned with manic joy. As his orgasm petered out, the grip on her throat loosened. Arms and legs relaxed.

“Ya have your ways to make a gal wide awake, sugar,” she drawled. The bags under her eyes were entirely gone now. Between the excitement of sex and the qualities of his seed, getting jolted awake was inevitable.

“Why nap in the first place when you have me around?” John still had one hand on the wall and the other landed gently on the side of Hailey’s face.

“Felt more like sleepin’ than botherin’ ya.” She leaned into his touch like a happy pet. “Gonna be honest, ya could keep nailin’ me against the wall, but I’ve still got some growin’ to do myself.”

John kissed her on the lips, then pulled out of her. Immediately gooey strands of thick white dripped from her cunt. Shooting enormous loads certainly had its disadvantages. The way Hailey’s eyelids fluttered made all of them worth it though. “Someone’s a little cum slut,” he stated.

“Nah, Master, I’m a giant creampie loving cum slut.” She saved some of the dripping cum by scooping it onto her fingers. No matter how often John watched haremettes lick his seed off their digits, it never failed to excite him. “Last chance?”

“Get out of here,” John told her with playful aggression. With a wink and a cum-drooling cunt, Hailey walked away from him.

John immediately turned to march to the living room. His steps were loud and aggressive. His erect cock bobbed in the air. It was a hindrance physically and mentally. He turned a corner and almost bumped into Claire.

The vampire maid was kneeling on the floor, red eyes sparkling with need and mouth already wide open. Not hesitating a second, he sheathed his cock in her throat. The eager cocksleeve giggled, her lips curling into as broad a smile as she could produce with a girthy rod down her gullet. His hands dug into her white hair. Holding her tight, he began to fuck the throat of the readily positioned maid.

In and out of the pretty pink lips. Their colour fit so nicely with her pale face. He found just enough patience in himself to snap his fingers and growl the words, “You are my comfort hole.” It was not one of his traditional hypnotic phrases, but for Claire it worked wonders. The pleasure of submission turned basically physical. Her eyes rolled up within moments. The hands she had crossed behind her back clenched.

John doubled up his pace. He was so happy most of his women were made from the sturdiest stuff. The pace and force he was putting behind the facefucking would have caused most women to topple over. Claire just took it. Muffled screams accompanied the progressive ruining of her cleanliness. Strands of love juices and saliva drew between her mouth and his groin.

He chased the next orgasm with a deep need. When he released, he exploded down her throat. Spurt after spurt, the maid took it all. She guzzled it down like it was the finest ambrosia. There was nothing more important to her than being a good girl and what a good girl she was.

“Phew,” John exhaled when he finally began to calm down. “You’re always there when I need you, Claire.”

“Thank you, Master!” Claire preened at his words. “Want to use me some more, please? I deserve it, right? I’ve been such a good maid and yourcockisstillsohardohmymasteriloveyouiloveyouiloveyoui-“

“Claire, speak clearly,” John cautioned her.

Claire cleared her throat. “I loooove youuuu.” She smiled like a sunbeam. A most offensive simile to the vampire, so John kept it to himself. “Seriously though, does your maid not deserve some extra attention?”

“Hmm, yes, you do.” Immediately Claire leapt to her feet and almost forgot about his limitations regarding kisses after blowjobs.

“Go clean up and then we can cuddle,” he told the enthusiastic vampire. She nodded three times and then bolted for the bathroom. The Gamer trotted over to the couch.

“I had wondered why she suddenly knelt down by the doorway,” Nightingale commented. The harpy was sitting on the couch, eyes focused on her e-reader. Like John, she preferred philosophical works, particularly English philosophers.

“She probably sensed my unsatisfied sex-drive and bolted over,” John made the obvious connection and sat a bit away from the harpy. He didn’t want to come on like he needed more. If she wanted to follow Claire’s example, that was entirely her choice.

Nightingale raised her eyes from the page for long enough that it was clear she considered it. Then they returned back to her e-reader. “A meeting with Hailey?”

“Yeah… how did you guess?”

“She turns you on the most aggressively.” Nightingale tapped the screen with a claw to change the page. “Eliana was another contestant. Maybe Sylph, although Sylph does not let you get away until you’re spent.”

“All fair assessments,” John agreed.

Claire came back from the bathroom, her face cleaned. The same could not be said for her thighs, juices trickling down her legs. John did not mind that in the slightest and patted the spot right next to himself. Hurrying over, Claire slowed only at the last step to not collide with him at full force. A series of unsteady giggles accompanied her nuzzling against his side.

“I could just… stay right here forever.” Claire’s voice was heated as she wrapped all four limbs around him. “Latched onto you… never moving away from you… my familiars can bring us food and you never have to move again.”

“I do rather enjoy moving,” John told her. He was suddenly reminded that Sekiro was still running in the gaming room. ‘Eh, this is more important.’  He combed through Claire’s short white hair. Without looking, he wrapped his other arm around Nightingale. The harpy had decided he was the better backrest. Her fluffy gown was most welcome in the embrace.

There was nothing really to talk about. Claire giggled like a happy schoolgirl each time she rediscovered a particular aspect of his collarbones. Nightingale hummed a little song. John smiled at the various little details they had about them. Really, the only difference between him and Claire was that he wasn’t quite as obsessed with his love. Arguably.

Nothing much happened, and that was alright.