The Gamer Chapter 1433 – Work and Pleasure (Patreon)

Multiple cumshots dumped simultaneously did not count as three separate instances of orgasm. That was simultaneously saddening and convenient. It meant he had no excuse to keep all of his bodies in the constant fuckfest that became the lives of the crafting haremettes for the next couple of days.




“Hmmm, so the point of inefficiency is between a level difference of 20 and 25,” John said, looking at his models. “At an average of an orgasm every seven minutes, it’d take me just over an hour to provide the necessary experience for a level up, at a difference of 23 levels. 200 levels difference is when it takes me exactly 1 climax to provide a level up. Using the aforementioned average of cumshots, it’d take me 7 days, 8 hours and 38 minutes of sex to bring someone from level 1 to level 1000, provided I am level 1000 at the start of it.”

“You’re a nerd,” Nathalia told him.

“I like my statistics!” John defended himself and looked up from his computer screen to realize that the goddess was standing right next to him. She leaned onto his work desk, slanting her entire body, including the pair of light brown boobs. In all their mountainous size and all their round, firm glory, they were next to John’s head.

Physics may have said they weren’t big enough to create their own gravitational field, but John’s eyes were pretty sure they did. Like the moon around the Earth, his eyes orbited the titanic tits. The fingers of her right hand sunk into her ample offering, lifting the heavy, teardrop shaped orbs. Bits of her chest, usually hidden underneath her breasts, were now revealed. She tilted her head downwards and gave her own nipple an effortless lick.

John suddenly forgot any kind of appreciation he had for numbers. Dropping her tit, Nathalia let it jiggle back into the resting state. There was the softest smacking sound, when it hit the second of her pair of world-dominating chesticles. The Gamer swallowed, then remembered that these were his as much as hers. He cupped them both and got to kneading. “How long have these been here?”

“Five minutes,” Nathalia stated, her voice filled with annoyance. “Naked and awaiting attention – for five whole minutes.” She shot his computer screen a glare.

John used his mental connection to the device to shut off the screen. The computer was still running and he would return to it soon enough. As a gesture, it sufficed for Nathalia to return her attention to him. She even let out a little gasp. Attention she desired, and attention he gave her ample breasts.

“I should be flattered that you’re that patient for me,” John hummed.

“You indeed should,” Nathalia moaned.

“Are five minutes a worthy accomplishment?” a voice from the other side of John’s chair asked.

Nightingale stood there, a knee on the armrest of his sturdy chair, and pushed her own breasts forwards. The pale white mounds were neither as large nor as distracting as Nathalia’s massive mammaries. Where they lacked the obscene attraction, her pair of petite breasts made up for in their grace. The curve rose and fell, barely at all drooping. The dark grey nipples atop were nicely centred crowns of the soft hills. John caught one with his teeth. He circled his tongue as it slowly became erect.

“One does not let the Flame of Destruction wait, young one. Have more pride in your station.” The two goddesses got closer and closer, until mountains and mounds pressed against the sides of his head. Heat and boundless softness on one side, nice cushions and the loving beat of a harpy’s heart on the other, John was in the heaven of balance.

“Mister President, you have 35 unanswered emails, 12 contracts to review, 3-“ Beatrice began to list from her glass desk near the door.

“Quiet,” Nathalia interrupted.

“I think I can have a little break,” John supported. The naked secretary nodded and returned to her own work.

A break meant that John was directing most of his mental effort to the two women that were with his main body. Part of his mind was still inside the machine, working with the graphical data he had direct access to. More difficult than having the direct visual aid, but he had levelled the Skill up enough to pull stunts like this.

Elsewhere, his Creator Puppet was attending a business meeting with a few bank executives. They were hostile to him, so that was annoying, but he had the time to butter them up. The Ambassador Double was doing exactly what he should be doing: pounding Hailey into the bed. A level difference of 540 took a grand total of 1373 orgasms on his part – or 160 hours of sex. Pumping them full of power had several physical and temporal limitations.

Before John could turn his mind back to the numbers completely, Nathalia grabbed the back of his chair and pulled it back. “Shift change,” the dragon goddess told the chancellor under the table.

Momo’s face was a complete mess, covered by spit, precum, and semen. Her pink lips were agape, her tongue still massaging the manhood that had been stretching her throat a moment ago. “Already…?” she asked, then suddenly blushed furiously. “I-I mean, uhm… ah, dammit… already?” she started and then gave up on playing the brat.

She grabbed a towel and started the usual post-shift clean-up. Neither Nathalia nor Nightingale cared to wait that long.

“Does this match our pride as goddesses?” the harpy asked, kneeling next to the taller woman.

“How could it not?” Nathalia responded, almost confused. “The cock that I dreamt of is right before me – eternally hard, untiring, worthy to breed me.” She leaned in and dragged her tongue from the tip down to the balls. They both shivered. “Tshe victorioush tashte of a true mahn,” she gasped, while licking traces of his seed and Momo’s saliva off his shaft.

“It was a stupid question,” Nightingale surrendered. Tightly she pressed against the dragoness, to join in the service. Her black lips wrapped around the tip and greedily she went deeper.

To John’s short-lived surprise, Nathalia backed away, letting Nightingale have his cock all to herself. An illusion ended swiftly by the redhead putting a hand on the back of Nightingale’s head. The slit pupils in her orange eyes dilated with glee as she shoved the harpy all the way down.

Nightingale’s eyelids fluttered. Her throat rumbled with an intense, lustful groan. All the folds in her pussy-like comfort hole clung tightly to his manhood, massaging everything with womanly snugness. When she was dragged back by the dominant dragoness, she only moaned louder. Her sensitive lips glided over his shaft. Cheeks were sucked in vacuum tight. The lady of the night’s elegant face was contorted into an expression befitting of the most debauched of women that shared her title.

Up and down, she was moved. The corners of her wings rested on the seat of John’s chair. That was the only stability she had while Nathalia moved her head like a common fleshlight. Smiling, drooling lewdly, the redhead basked in the power the situation gave her. John similarly basked in watching her exercise it. Few things were hotter than haremettes domming each other in service of his pleasure.

Gripping the armrests hard, he tilted his head back. Eyes lazily wandered across the room. Beatrice was working with one hand under the desk. That it was glass made it all too apparent that she was fingering herself. As if her blush and soft moans hadn’t betrayed as much. Momo had made it out from under the table and barely any further.

John offered her a pair of fingers. Blushing, she fell to her knees and sucked on them, while fingering her own pussy. “I wanted you to ride them – but this is better.” The Gamer’s words turned the dust of red into a beet red. Even while she was too embarrassed to look at him, her tongue kept worshipping his fingers.

Back to Nightingale and Nathalia. The harpy was letting loose muffled screams. Her face was pressed into his groin, her cute nose poking into his skin. Bend forwards, her heart-shaped ass was visible beyond her slim, arched back. Nathalia was rubbing the bottom-end of the harpy’s slender hourglass figure. A little smack had the goddess’ eyes roll up behind her quivering lids.

John could hold on no longer. He came down her throat. It was sudden and the size of the load reflected it. Surge after surge of thick seed pumped down her throat. The dark-haired goddess kept quivering, her folds doubly so, milking him of every drop he had to give.

“Take this as a gift from an elder to her junior,” Nathalia whispered to the harpy, before dragging her back up. Halfway up, Nightingale remembered where she was and moved on her own. With a lick of her lips and a curt nod, she backed off. “My turn,” the redhead crooned and wrapped her tits around his cock.

“God, yes, please,” John whispered, then let out a massive groan when the emergency line rang on his phone. “What is burning now?” he complained. It was potentially the last joke he could make before the dire situation set in.

Momo, even though she had to wipe off her hands, was quicker to reach for the phone than he was. Once she noticed the fae maid hovering over, Nathalia discontinued her retreat and went right back to enveloping his entire dick with her hot tits.

“You are speaking with the office of presi- Oh, it’s you. Why would you use this number? Are you stoopid?” Momo was right back to her bratty ways. The combination of sass and casual tone narrowed it down to a select few people. The male voice on the other end did the rest. “Yeah, I’m sure that’ll hold up in court… I’m pretty sure we could pass a law like that… Oy! Like you don’t have one! ...Yeah, he’s over there, doing the usual.” Momo poked John’s knee with her foot. John tickled the sole. “Hihi... no, I didn’t! ...I don’t have a girly laugh, I have a… screw you, Max, I’m going to… abduct your firstborn or something!”

At this point, John chuckled and reached out. Momo handed the phone over with a deep sigh. “So, how did you make my Momo threaten you like that?”

“I considered whether I even tolerate fairies at my wedding,” Maximillian responded with the usual casualty. “Could I convince her to take the firstborn of my best man instead?”

“Hmm, maybe I can haggle her to take my firstborn with her,” John thought out loud. The fairy maid scoffed, pulled on his ear for a moment, then walked out of the office altogether. Her presence still lingered in his mind. When he heard the door to her office close, the Gamer continue, “She gave it a maybe.”

“Of course, she did.”

“She did ask a solid question though: why are you calling this number? You don’t sound like you have an emergency.”

“I didn’t want to be put on hold while you have fun with whichever one of your girls is currently kneeling under the table.”

While that was a valid concern, John did have to draw a line. “It’s important that this number retains impact. Please don’t use it like this again.”

“I won’t – because I doubt I’ll have to tell you the marriage date more than once.”

“Oh?” John gestured for Nathalia to stop, but she already was loosening the way she held her tits. The full mounds rested loosely on John’s lap. Pointy ears wiggled as the dragoness listened in on his conversation. Inside the computer, John was pulling up his calendar. Beatrice doubtlessly did the same. “Do tell?”

“We have resolved to do a two-day festivity, starting on the 17th of August. The ceremony will be held the following day. The wedding will be in Prague, in the local Habsburg palace.”

John remembered the city from the Five Days War. A hill of human making, stacking layer upon layer of buildings upwards, until hitting a peak where the castle was located. His stay there had been short and marked by tiredness. Still, he remembered the splendour of the location. “Is it fine for an Austrian king to marry outside of Vienna?”

“In the case of my family, it is the norm to have our marriage ceremonies in either Prague or Budapest. A lowborn like you probably won’t understand.” His voice made it difficult to glean whether he was joking or not.

Reckoning it was a little bit of both, John responded, “You’re marrying a lowborn – some would argue the lowest possible born.”

“That sounds like a problem for them.” John could practically hear the tossing gesture the king made. “Anyway, August 17th works for you?”

“Provided that the Divided Gate meeting isn’t getting in the way, I shall attend.”

“If it does, we both will need to reschedule,” Maximillian stated.

“I suppose you are important enough to attend.”

“…I do not enjoy that you are ascending to a higher status than me, buddy,” Maximillian complained. “I believe it is getting to your head.”

“The day I’m taking a lesson on humility from you, buddy, is the day I die,” the Gamer stated.

“Are you or are you not currently getting a… tit job from… an elemental that could level a city?”

“You’re half right,” the Gamer stated. “Well, Nathalia stopped when you mentioned the date, but I’ll give you the point.” They both laughed for a moment, ending in a drawn-out chuckle. “Haaaaaa… two months, huh?”

“Yeah… can’t believe it either. I’ll be hitched with the prettiest woman on Earth.”

John bit back his competitive comments. “I’m glad for you.”

“You should be… Anyway, we’ll be in Prague the week prior. If you are going to plan a Bachelor’s Night, do keep that in mind.”

“Noted,” John said with a nod to himself. As best man this was his obligation. He would probably be able to rope Magnus into this. “Are you going to invite Ted too?” he asked.

“I don’t plan to. Nothing against the guy, but I’ve only hung out with him when you brought him along. If you want to, you can bring him along though. Not like we’ll be cramped in my glorious estate.”

“How gracious. Can your coffers afford this?”

“Luckily, this is a personal expense, not a state one… does Fusion offer loans?”

“If we’re going to talk business, we definitely need to change lines,” John reminded.

“Perhaps another time, then. Anyway, do please write me how many people you wish to bring along. As a foreign ruler of some import, you’ll be provided the space for a retinue of fifty people. This does not include your harem.”

“Again, how gracious.”

“Do I have to expect a proposal at my marriage?” The question was sudden and pointed. The Gamer hesitated and checked with his mental network. Rave was currently out with Aclysia, dining with Amaca Coast merchants.

“Probably not, but I do think I’ll propose in the upcoming weeks,” John confessed. “Depends on when the ring is finished. I got Sindri and Brokk to put the finishing touches on it.”

“The legendary dwarves?”

“Those, yes.”

Maximillian let hear a satisfying whistle. “At least you are keeping the oath on her getting the best ring. Does that mean Eliana is getting what she wants soon as well?”

“No, that’s for when Jane and I get actually married… so a few more months on top.”

“How she hasn’t ripped your dick off yet is a mystery.”

“I have appeasing arguments and apparently give great head pats.”

“…You sound good, much better than last time we talked.”

“Yeah, the vacation did wonders… we should talk again sooner though.”

“No promises, I’m still sorting everything out over here. Statecraft is nothing compared to planning a marriage… Speaking of which, I need to get back to it. I’ll hear from you.”

“Indeed you will,” John agreed and put the phone down. He lingered for a moment in the happy feeling. It was nice that the world around him was moving in a positive direction. A little sad that Maximillian would have less time to hang out, but such was the sacrifice of love.

A worthwhile trade.