The Gamer Chapter 1436 – Difficult Approach [??? POV] (Patreon)

As was typical, she awoke thirsty.

Curled up inside a lily the size of a car, she reached for the little ball of tree bark. A single, thick, waxy leaf covered a hole in the smooth surface. Tilting it backwards, she let the sweet water inside fill her mouth. Gulp for gulp, she refreshed herself. The fae energies bound inside the water washed through her, then dissipated without further traces. There was no attempt to change her and for that she was thankful. They respected her mission – her love.

She stretched. One hand made it above her head, the other crept between her thighs. They were nice and meaty, just as good as one of his women. The other short one especially. “He loves short women with plump thighs, so he has to love me. He WILL love me! He will, he will, he just has to see me!” she whispered to herself. Thoughts of him filled her mind. Of his voice, his looks, his harem, his all-dominating aura.

Fingers curled into her wet cunt and she moaned. As thoughts of him filled her mind, goosebumps showed on her smooth skin. She was hairless, neck to toes, because she knew he loved them that way.

What would he do to her when they finally met? Would he pin her down like she deserved? Would he smile – of course he would smile – and offer her to jump atop him? She would gladly take the offer! It was her rightful place. To straddle his wonderful hips. Push her shapely breasts in his face. Watch as he lovingly caressed her bosom with his elegant yet rough fingers. It would drive her insane and she would plunge down on his perfect cock without hesitation!

‘Thank you for giving me your virginity!’ he would gasp. ‘No one loves me more than you, I know it!’

Yes, yes, that was right! He was the smartest, greatest man and he would know everything she wanted. He would say everything she wanted to hear. Know all that she deserved to hear. He would grab her by the hips when she was past the orgasm of taking him inside and thrust back up into her. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuckmefuckmefuckmeohmyyes, yesyesyesyessssssss…!” she hissed.

‘I’ll do more than fuck you, I’ll fill you with my cum until you can’t walk and-‘ The fantasy ended in a sudden explosion of colours behind her closed lids. The rapid movements of her fingers came to gradual stop. She shivered and moaned loudly, uncaring of who might hear. She had stopped caring since first sensing him. What in the world mattered besides letting everything and everyone know that she was deeply, justifiably in love and lust for the most wonderful being in the world?

Panting heavily, she fell back onto the cushion of the flower’s core. She beheld herself. The medium sized breasts, perhaps just barely on the larger side of things. Not that it mattered, he so clearly loved them in all sizes. Having more to her chest was only useful to have more of herself to throw at him. For him to worship. For him to play with.

Same could not be said for her midriff. He liked his women the healthy kind of thin and she fulfilled that marvellously. Taking the sports course during her academy years had clearly been worth it! She was rail thin where it counted, an itty bitty waist widening back out into wide hips and supremely thick thighs. The petals between her legs were of a similar pretty pink as her hard nipples.

Half-panicked, she rolled onto her stomach and twisted her neck to get a look at her ass. Still plush, still firm, still spotless. She sighed a sigh of relief. That was the most important part! He was obsessed with butts, everyone knew that! “You’re perfect, he’ll know you’re perfect,” she whispered to herself and took another gulp of the water. To keep hydrated was a constant struggle. “He has to know you’re good… because he’s perfect… If he can’t see it… then… then I’ll have to… hmmm…. How do I tie him to a chair in my basement?”

A difficult task. He was so much more powerful than her, same went for his other haremettes. Well, most of the other haremettes. Maybe she could abduct one of them? Certainly they would understand when she explained the situation to them. She was one of them, after all, even if none of them knew it yet.

The water emptied, the woman prepared herself and pressed against one of the petals of her habitat. The fae magic tingled against her skin, filled her lungs and her sixth sense. It was dense and even it did not fully insulate against what laid outside.

The petals unfurled and HIS presence came flooding in. It was steady and it was everywhere. Every grain of dirt, every blade of grass, every tree and every star in the eternal midnight’s sky. Only the moon was different, only it was a complete visitor. Everything else may have been touched by the fae, but they did not own it. They had not made it. They did not permeate it.

Quivering all over, she took one step, then another. Her thighs rubbed together. The lowered petal formed a soft ramp. She could feel the ground underneath it. His aura radiated through, pushed through her skin effortlessly, and sent raw, shivering heat up her legs. The air was pregnant with his might. Every element in this space was his.

She stepped onto the grass and her eyes tore open. For a moment she had a view of the glade she had been given. The green grass, basked in moonlight. The out of place restaurant chairs. She focused on the empty stone slab at the edge of the clearing. Then her irises rolled upwards. The unblocked presence rushed up her legs. Colours more intense than anything her imagination could produce shoved every last thought out of her brain. All that remained was brown, green, blue, red, a torrent of purple and gold – so much gold!

Collapsing to her legs, she clawed at the grass. She grasped it greedily, feeling him in every blade. She pressed her chest tight against the floor. Her ass remained raised, thighs too tense to move. Barely she managed to crawl forwards, her mind filled with a singular desire: ‘MORE!’

She made it to a small chest of tree bark and roots. She ripped the lid open, breaking the vacuum seal. An immediate wave of his smell washed over her. Grabbing her recently acquired treasure, she pressed it into her face. The musk of his cologne and his harem filled her with smoky sweetness.

And all she could do was stay there, face buried in the shirt she held with both hands. It took a singular deep breath and she was squirting. Gush after gush of pussy juice soiled her naked thighs and the ground. There were no fantasies to be had, no words to be formulated, only a complete and utter yearning for more of him. He who claimed her senses.

Somehow she managed to roll onto her back. Her hips shot off the floor, squirting more of her pussy juice into the forest air. Her eyes managed to focus on a singular spot on her lower abdomen. A quivering hand reached down and drew the shape of a heart below the navel. She was missing IT. She needed IT. She deserved IT. No one loved him more than she did! No one, absolutely no one!

She was filled with his perfection, but it wasn’t enough! She bit the cloth of the shirt, tasted as much of him as she could. Of all of them. Of all those that were an extension of his beautiful presence. She would be among them. She would be. She would be. She would be. She-

Didn’t have time for this.

One kind of greed overpowered another. Forcefully, she brought her hand between her legs completely and started fingering herself. The feverish pace was little compared to the stimulation he brought her. Still, she needed it. She needed that little bit more to bring herself to one final orgasm. A last explosive burst of love juices drenched her hand. Her hips bucked up as high as they could, until she barely balanced on her heels.

The bubble butt cushioned the following fall more than the grass did. Heavily panting, she laid there, her brown, wavy hair fanned out underneath her. She stared up at the stars. For twenty minutes, she laid there, trying to get her breathing under control. The gushing had stopped, but he was still all around her. His air brushed over her nipples. His shirt filled her lungs with his smell. Her eyes rolled up again when she took another deep breath.

“Ah, he is so flawless!” she shouted and ripped her treasure off her face. Instead, she embraced it deeply, squealing as his scent pressed against her skin. ‘Will I smell anything like him if I wear it?!’ she thought and pulled the shirt up to contemplate.

Immediately her ecstatic mood collapsed into a black pit of self-loathing. There were spots of her drool all over.

“Idiot! It’ll smell less like him!” she chastised herself and immediately tossed the shirt back into its container. She slammed the lid shut and would have slammed her head on the lid, if she wouldn’t have needed her pretty face still. He liked pretty women. He deserved pretty women. He had so many already too. Aclysia, Beatrice, Claire, Delicia, Eliana, Gnome, Hailey, herself, Lee, Lorelei, Lydia, Metra, Momo, Nathalia, Nia, Nightingale, Rave, Salamander, Scarlett, Siena, Sylph, and Undine. 22 gorgeous women, only one of them unfairly disconnected from him.

She needed to fix that.

Keeping her breathing forcefully calm, she managed to tolerate the pleasure of his presence. It was a shame to not bask in all of his glory, but if she ever wanted to take her rightful place by his side she needed to build up a bit of resilience.

Standing up, she tumbled towards a nearby pond and cleaned herself. When she stepped back out, the empty stone slab was covered in items. There was a hot meal, a soup of berries and meat, and freshly washed clothes. A surprisingly plain white shirt and black hotpants, alongside fitting panties. No bra, but that was fine.

She put the clothes on and took in her meal. “Thank you so, so much,” she whispered, after putting the wooden bowl back down. She grabbed the last offering: a clutch of white marbles.

“All in the name of love,” the forest whispered back.

“Yes!” She jumped to her feet. “All in the name of love!”

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She sat on a bench, swooning.

She could sense him in the kilometres away Palace. She could sense him many times over. There was him, then there was him, then there was a weaker him, and then there were all of the ones that she would be joining soon.

There was nothing on her mind besides him. A few locals passed her by, glancing at her in passing, but she didn’t care and neither did they. She had learned early in this effort that most people would go after their day without thinking anything about her if she just hung out like she was there without a purpose. Difficult to do when she heard so many of those unworthy harlots chatting about her man in various ways. Compliments? They were not pretty enough to give them. Criticism? They were not smart enough that they should even dare. Insults? She had to hide the whites of her knuckles. If she got caught by the local police, she’d get locked away somewhere away from his aura.

She had spent months tracking that bus, weeks to make it to the Guild Hall, and then, when she had finally found him, he’d just disappeared for another month! It had taken everything inside her not to search the entire country again. How dare he leave her alone for a whole month?!

At least his home was steeped in his presence. It wasn’t the same when he wasn’t around, but it was a start.

She perked up when she sensed the sudden shifts in the distance. One him, one of the hims that was all him, moved several kilometres further east. Another him, the lesser one, moved out of the Guild Hall entirely, too far to be sensed. The last him stayed in the Palace. Most of her fellow haremettes left the Palace as well.

The weight of his presence was a lesser one now. She let out a long sigh at the loss, then squeaked because of the opportunity.

She jumped off the bench. Her sandals hit the dirt road. Excitedly she walked along, almost dancing. Another instinct she had to suppress so no one would bother her. By the time she stepped out of the forest and into the busy Production area, she walked like any of these unenlightened normal people.

Most of them knew that he was the best, but they didn’t know well enough. Otherwise they would have all seen her and immediately carried her to him. She was cute enough to be a worthy offering, anyone with enough of a brain could see that. Obviously, he would. Right? Yes, obviously.

‘What if he doesn’t?!’ the little voice of doubt reared its ugly head in her mind and she lanced it with furious certainty. ‘He has to! He can’t not!’

She took a deep breath and turned her steps southwards. There were two bridges that connected directly to the Palace and the south-western one was gleefully free of eye witnesses at this hour of the day.

The closer she got, the more she felt her insides twitch again. It was fortunate she had such absorbent underwear. Not that she minded being a mess because of him. Actually, she loved being a complete mess for him! That’s all she wanted! That’s all she had been ever since that fateful day. He had stepped out of an Illusion Barrier and she had been enlightened by love.

Annoyingly, soaked legwear made it difficult to walk closer.

She crossed the small bridge that led up to the large bridge that span across the Palace’s moat. A pair of hovering constructs of silver and gold patrolled back and forth along its length. It was impossible to pass by them unnoticed. Their light blue, purple ocular constantly scanned everything. The Sentry Golems were so annoying! They kept her from her only and true love! However, they also did a good job protecting him from others and he clearly needed protecting. Someone so cute and manly would be accosted by all manners of unworthy whores.

Thankfully, she did not need to mess with them at all. She reached inside herself and suppressed her own aura until it was below even that of a mundane. Then she changed the shell, arranged the signature of her magic until it was entirely artificial. Keeping her concentration, she started walking.

The patrolling pair of Sentry Golems did not stop for a moment. They glided back and forth, not paying any mind to what, in their eyes, was a member of the Ohmior Sentries – a humanoid with the properly matching magic signature. They would’ve sent out a warning anyway if she hadn’t simultaneously meddled with their magic-powered oculars. They truly thought she matched them both physically and magically.

Once across the bridge she rushed into a nearby corridor and dropped the swindling influence. It was difficult to maintain, unlike the much smaller trickery she had running to persuade all of the tiny spiders skittering around the Guild Hall that they were seeing nothing of interest. They were weak, thankfully, and did not have an active connection to the fellow haremettes currently inside the Palace.

‘There’s more of them though,’ she noted, scanning the world around her. To her sixth sense, the spiders were highlighted like objectives in video games. She furrowed her eyebrows, finding a whole bunch of them sitting on the floor, in prime trampling spots. ‘Did they find out I stole the shirt… Oh, of course they found out!’ She just had to let out a happy little squeak, while she held her rapidly blushing cheeks. ‘He’s such a genius, of course he would know that someone is trying to get into his house immediately! Oh, will he come out to greet me?!’

The excitement made her concentration slip for a moment. She had to put a hand on her mouth to keep her orgasmic cries from bouncing off the walls. Her legs quivered and almost gave. Barely, she retained both her balance and the active suppression of the spider’s senses. Very careful not to step on any of them, she advanced forwards.

‘C-can’t be found yet. I’d just be a quivering mess and I need to… I need to be able to tell him how much I love him!’ she told herself and advanced through her usual route. She couldn’t show herself yet, but she couldn’t head back either. She needed more of him, to bask in more of him, to grow more attached to him, to be more used to him.

The most difficult challenge lay ahead.

She had gotten quite good at avoiding detection over the month that he hadn’t been in his Palace. She knew the corridors, including those that lead to the Guild Heart. Those particular doors were sealed mechanically and magically, so she couldn’t go through without the proper codes – which she didn’t have! If she did, this all would have been so much easier.

Instead, she had to avoid it.

Today it was annoyingly close to where she emerged from the corridors. The massive blob of blue goo sat in the grass, not knowing what a gargantuan blockade it was for its master’s happiness! Sure, it dissolved all his trash, very useful, but did it have to be so damn powerful?! Sentry Golems were one thing to mess with, but that stupid slime was impossible to trick completely.

‘Could turn around, try again tomorrow…’ She giggled at her own thought. ‘Absurd, I need to be as close as possible!’ She rubbed her thighs together. Once she was inside one of the empty rooms of the Palace, she’d sit down and just let his closeness wash all over her. ‘Ahhhh… I should use Undine’s room…’ she thought, the dangerous ecstasy of her last successful break-in still fresh in her mind.

Taking one deep breath, she walked out of her hiding spot. She aimed her suppression carefully at the blob. Its senses were all magical, slime that it was. Meddling with something this powerful, however, it drained at her. She broke out into a sprint and made it past the blob. She was twenty, maybe thirty metres past it when the connection to its aura snapped. She fumbled, re-established it, but what mana she had left was only enough to diminish its senses, not suppress them fully.

The blob shivered. Its task to dissolve the remains of a barbeque was discontinued. Instead, the cleaning slime crept in her direction. She ran as fast as she could. When she looked over her shoulder, she was met with the sight of an accelerating mass of deep blue goo, sprouting tendrils from its roiling mass. It hadn’t located her properly yet, but it knew the direction and it was getting closer.

Running for her love, she aimed at the outcropping of the Palace’s southern point. A black and white head peaked lazily out of the door, going from groggy to wide awake the instant it spotted her. An excited warble preceded the appearance of the rest of the Magryph’s body.

Velka rushed out of her dwelling place and galloped up to her. Then past her, putting herself between the loving woman and the terrible servant that would keep its master from happiness! Hissing warningly, the only truly intelligent pet of his kept the slime at bay. It quivered, the programmed aura inside finding the proper response and backing away.

Finding refuge in Velka’s home, she paused and caught her breath. The danger passed, she collapsed, another set of orgasms breaking over her. He was just so close now! He was all that she could sense. Absolutely all!

Had the Magryph not demandingly poked her shoulder with her sharp beak, the justified invader probably would have squirted her brains out right then and there. “Sorry, sorry,” she panted, the pleasure still tingling up and down her spine. She reached for the white marbles in her pocket and presented them to the Magryph. “I-I hope that’s g-g-go-ah, I’ll be suchagoodgirl… - good enough?” she stammered, half in a dreamy state of bliss.

Velka did not give that her usual caws of approval or disapproval. Instead, she turned her head and her visitor froze. Amidst the running and the bliss, she had not noticed up until the door closed with an audible clack. “I don’t know, will it?” asked the crimson-black aura in the room.

A terrible shiver went down her spine. She had been found, she had finally been found! She turned her head to face the woman. She was adorable, in the maid outfit that he had doubtlessly chosen for her. She had white hair that went only a bit past her chin, framing a gorgeous, pale face. Pinkish, red lips and ruby eyes were the only colours to it.

Where her form was so monochrome, her aura was an ocean of black and red. Among it, where her midriff transitioned to her hips, was a cluster of prismatic glory. Her insides twitched. Her womb begged to be marked the same way. That was his aura, engraved right into the haremette. The maid had what she wanted. What she deserved. She was marked. Marked completely by him. A piece of him was deep inside her being, separable only by a loss of love – inseparable, in other words!

This was the touch of John Newman.

A sudden, deep rage filled her. Why did she have it! ‘I deserve it! I deserve it! I deserve it!’ “Ideserveitideserveiti-!” It started as thoughts and ended in a constant stammer. This part of him was so wonderfully close. A whole of him was not far away either. She was filled with bliss and wrath. She lunged forwards.

Claire caught her by the throat and whirled her around effortlessly. In all of her years of training, she had never witnessed anything like this strength. Hard, she was slammed against the wall. The pain dazed her, but even then she clawed at the arm of her fellow haremette, struggling until she could struggle no more. She moaned loudly, another orgasm supplanting the anger. Perhaps it was the hopelessness, perhaps it was the lack of oxygen, perhaps it was the adrenaline, but all she could feel was him again.

There was only John Newman. Her entire world was him. All of her senses were filled with him. Her eyes rolled up and she was lost in bliss. That was until a few words cut through the fog. Authority beyond authority demanded her attention.

“Look at me.”

She did, barely. Once her brown eyes met the slit pupils of the vampire’s crimson eyes, the rest of her free will was smothered. She felt anger at this intrusion, but her struggle against it was useless. Her exhausted power had no resistance to offer to the vampire’s mesmerizing gaze.

“How long have you been invading the Palace?”

“Since early May…” she responded in a sheepish voice.

“Did you steal Master’s shirt?”

“I needed it… I needed to have his scent near me.”

Claire raised an eyebrow, hesitating for a moment. “Why did you need it?”

“I do! I need it! He’s so perfect, he’s the greatest man, ever since his aura touched me, he’s all I can think about, I want to be near him, I want to kiss him, I want to be hugged and fucked hard, until my every bit is completely covered in cum, love bites and sweat!” The words flowed freely, it felt so good to confess this all. “You understand, right?! You have to know that he’s just so fantastic, so cute, so smart, somuchhim. I need him around me, I deserve it, I’ll hurt anyone who says he isn’t the best, I want to be by his side, I want to Iwanttoiwantto and I-”

Suddenly she could breathe freely. The need to answer was gone and with it flooded back in the undiluted strength of John’s presence. She collapsed to the ground. Only her anger at what had just happened, at the fact that she would certainly be barred for the intensity of her rightful love, kept her from losing control over herself.

Claire descended on her. Both hands raised, she defended herself. Useless. Her reflexes could not compete with the speed of one of his servants. Claire grabbed both of her hands and held them between her own.

The touch was warm.

As were the red eyes that looked into her brown ones.

“I know, I know, I know!” Claire declared with a huge, excited smile. “Master is just the best!” The anger melted away and awe took its place. “What’s your name, kindred spirit?”

She was stunned into silence. It dawned on her. Ever so slowly it dawned on her. She had never been deluding herself! She had always been right! The other women in his harem, or at the very least this one, she truly did know it! Claire knew that her feelings were true and loved John like she did! She would be offered! She would be!

“Layla!” she joyfully declared. “Layla Viorica!”