The Gamer Chapter 1442 – Season 3 Arc 9 Finale – Nothing had Changed (Patreon)
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John woke up the next day to a shower of kisses. Over and over again, his fiancée was pressing her soft pink lips onto his skin. Not a centimetre of his skin was left unloved. “Mhmmmine!” Rave hummed along every smooch.
The shivers of delight travelled through his being. They never stopped. “Mine,” he responded in a sleepy voice, holding Rave tightly in his arms. She giggled like a woman that had freshly fallen in love. The fuzz of her tail brushed over his arm. All around him, the tightly packed haremettes stirred awake.
They had slept in the bus. Celebrations had continued well into the night. His parents had been the first to leave and Rave’s parents had followed soon thereafter. Leaving the clean-up to Aclysia and the other maids, they had laid themselves to rest in the, by now, undersized bed.
‘I need a harem plus sized mattress,’ John thought, amused. “I wonder if I can name a mattress size after me,” he added out loud. “I don’t think anyone else needs a bed this large.”
“Course they don’t, no one else is awesome enough to get a harem this big,” Rave purred and kissed her way down his chest. John put in his contact lenses just in time to see her bowed over his morning wood, Aclysia to her right and Eliana to her left. The three had their faces pressed closely together. Tongues glided up his shaft as one.
Three went up, two backed away, and Rave sucked his whole length into her throat. She put her left hand on his groin, thumb and index finger wrapped around the base of his cock. The engagement ring glowed on her ring finger. They both looked at it, then at each other. Yesterday had not been a dream.
John had received many blowjobs in his life. Hell, he had received many blowjobs just last night. After they were alone, no time had been lost in finding a physical outlet for all that piled up joy. It had been a harem-wide orgy. Rave wanted all of her fellow haremettes almost as much as she wanted him. That was just another part of her that he loved.
For all the blowjobs he had received, he had to say that those filled with boundless appreciation were the best. Sure, he liked the desperate service of a nervous submissive, the worshipping methods of those that treated his cock as a divine object, and the feverish pace of those that came hard as their throat was stuffed. All of those were wonderful, but nothing quite lived up to a woman that was so thoroughly pleased with him that she genuinely wanted to reward him.
Rave moved up and down his manhood. Her lips were a tight seal. The suction created the occasional slurping sound. Her eyes never stopped staring up into his. The pink light inside had taken the shape of a heart in her blue irises. They had been that way ever since she dropped her mundane disguise.
For a moment, his cock popped free. She grabbed his slippery member with her right. Pumping up and down as she spoke, she kept the stimulation going. “Ya can use me however you want, tiger,” she promised him.
He winked at her. “I prefer this.”
“Aww, ya love me, that’s so nasty!” she teased him, before bowing back down. She moved her hand in rhythm with her mouth. The efforts of her tongue focused on the upper half, particularly on the sensitive border of his glans. Little circles were incorporated in each bob. The tip of her tongue pressed his sensitive spots.
Rave moaned with each drop of precum she licked from his cock. Her perfect bubble butt swayed and her tail with it. Eliana and Aclysia were giving that backside little rubs, while gazing lovingly at the feline Lightbearer. It was his to witness, his harem to be mesmerized by. It didn’t stop at the three, it continued all throughout the bedroom, with the sea of nubile forms that surrounded him in every direction.
Unable to hold any longer, John groaned loudly. It was the only warning his fiancée needed to double her speed. When his hips rose from the mattress, she pulled back. Her lips were a ring around the most sensitive area of his cock. Her tongue circled around the engorged head. Her hand kept on pumping.
Balls tightened and a massive load spurted into her mouth. Each shot the quantity of a normal orgasm, he filled her mouth with thick white cum. The pink in her eyes intensified, the hearts became half-hidden behind fluttering lids. Her cat ears stood at attention, as rigid as the rest of her.
The masturbating became slower and tighter, as John’s climax diminished. She wrung every last drop out of him. With cheeks softly bulging, she turned first to Aclysia, then Eliana, giving them each a taste of his morning load. The three gulped it down in unison, presenting empty mouths and long tongues afterwards.
“Can ya drive with a second body, tiger?” Rave asked afterwards. A nod caused a broad smirk. “Fantastic, ‘cause ya won’t leave the bedroom until we’re back.”
The promise was kept. For the next four hours, John was not allowed to leave the mattress. By the insistence of the rest of the harem, neither was Rave. The other women moved about as they felt like, fetching things from the kitchen and doing whatever else. The sole exception to this was the one time he needed to use the bathroom. For the rest of the trip, it was all cuddling with the feline Lightbearer.
They were beyond erotic cravings. Lying there, on his back, with Rave half sprawled over his chest, he was as satisfied as he could be. She drew little circles on his chest when she wasn’t busy looking at the engagement ring. The constantly shifting bright colours kept moving. “Right, so what kinda shenanigans is this thing capable of?”
“I don’t know,” John confessed.
“Yeah, sure.” Rave chortled, then stopped when he didn’t laugh with her. “Ya serious?”
“Completely. I can’t Observe it. It won’t let me.” Under normal circumstances that would have been grounds not to use it, but the ring had felt right in his hands. Right, heavy, and fateful. It was hardly the first Fusional item to have a quirky personality. So far they had one flamboyant rapier, a violence-loving halberd, a singing bodysuit, and a challenge-seeking mace. Adding a secretive ring to that absolutely fit the line-up. “I only confirmed that it’s safe for mundane eyes. The forgers don’t know anything beyond that either.”
Rave hummed and turned the ring on her finger. A bit of shock settled in John’s gut when she took it off. She shot him a reassuring smile. “I’m just having a look.” While inspecting it, she asked. “What does it look like to mundanes?”
“The colours don’t move,” John told her. Modern crafting was good enough that such rings were possible. “They’d probably assume its coloured class and a platinum alloy.” The shock disappeared completely when she slipped it back on. “Does it sit well?”
“Purrrrrrfect,” Rave cooed and kissed the point of his chin. “Ya can add ‘size adjusting’ to the mental list of Attributes it has. Ain’t no way it slips over the joints that easily and then fits that perfectly.”
“I don’t know…” Taking her left hand, he put his palm on hers to compare them. His hands weren’t that much bigger than hers. “Here, look at my graceless sausage fingers.” He rubbed over the visible bump of his finger joints. “Then you have your wonderful, graceful digits.” He brushed over the slender extensions of her hand.
“Is this all an excuse to do this?” Her hand shifted slightly, her fingers curled. John mimicked the motion and then they laid with their hands locked.
“Yep,” he responded in an upbeat tone.
“Aren’t ya the smartest schemer around?”
“Isn’t that why you’re marrying me?” he asked.
“Hmmmhmhmhmhhmmh,” Rave let out the cutest little series of giggle-squeals and drummed on his chest with her right hand. A pink blush turned her face an adorable shade of reddish brown. “I’m marrying you!” she exclaimed and, in one of the odder manifestations of love, nibbled at his shoulder. Her little cat fangs (or big human fangs, depending on perspective), pressed into his skin. It was more tickling than painful. Her eyes were still all hearts. “Ya can’t just say that, ya might give your gal a heart attack!”
John wrapped an arm around her and glanced over to the closest haremette for help. Claire crawled over and whispered into Rave’s cat ear, “You are marrying him though.”
Claire made the tactical mistake of remaining in arm’s reach after she said that. Love drunk, John’s fiancée grabbed Claire and used her for all the kisses she couldn’t press on his mouth. Sometimes his unwillingness to have kisses after blowjobs got in the way of things. Displays like this more than reimbursed him though.
“When will you two start on planning the fucking marriage, by the way?” Eliana asked, after things had calmed down a bit.
That was a splendid question and one John hadn’t really considered up until now. There had been too much brain power dedicated to playing out over and over again all of the things that could happen if she said no.
“Can’t wait for you-“ Rave started to tease,
“For my fucking breeding, yes, I neeeeed iiiiit,” Eliana whined. “We’re a huge step closer, come the fuck on, don’t leave me hanging – when?!”
“Well, first we have to plan two weddings, a mundane one and an Abyssal one,” John said. “Can’t roll those two together, I’m afraid… We’ll have to decide which one we have first. Mundane one will be much smaller.”
“Let’s have that one first, but on the same weekend,” Rave decided.
John nodded, that should be doable. “Alright, let’s see… we can do basic organizing already, guest lists and all of that… beyond that… picking a date will be really difficult. July is out – we have the Divided Gates gathering coming up that month and there’ll be all manner of fallout from that. After that it’s Max’ wedding and all of the birthdays… I think we can start properly planning in September at the earliest.”
“That’s two months until you START fucking planning!” Eliana screeched. “Sorry… inside voice… but WHAT THE FUCK?!”
John gave the upset bundle of breeding instincts a smack to the butt. “You’re still closer to it. It’ll happen before long.”
“I only got so many fertile years, John…” Eliana grumbled.
“…We’ve been over this, you’re biologically immortal and a goddess.”
“Yeah, unchartered fucking territory!”
John opened his mouth to argue, then closed it. Reason was not an avenue Eliana was amenable to at the moment. “What are you, Eliana?” he asked, in a deep, growling tone.
“Am… am I good girl?” she asked.
“No, you’re being a bad girl right now.”
“S-sorry, Master….”
“That’s what I thought.” He grabbed her by the chin and stared deep into her amethyst eyes. “Be patient. You’ll be my personal breeding pet when the time is right. I’ll keep your stomach bloated with kids or cum, once we get there.”
“Th-thank you.” Her voice was quivering with desire.
“Planning in September… and I would like to marry in the summer.” Rave rolled her head on his chest. Finally it flopped to the side, ear landing above his heart. Eyes closed, she listened to his heartbeat. John squeezed her hand a little. “Headpats.”
John had no empty hand to oblige. Luckily, Nia was right there, to put her slender fingers between Rave’s pink cat ears and start scratching. Soon, Rave’s throat rumbled with the steady sound of feline purrs. “Soft hair,” Nia said with a smile.
“So earliest we’ll get married is a year from now… or we could move it to the tropical areas,” he considered. A full year of being engaged didn’t sound the most horrible. After almost two years together, it sounded even appropriate. “We’ll figure it out.”
“Do ya have proper wedding rings by the way?”
“Yes,” he responded with a smile.
He had lied just a tiny bit to his girlfriend. He knew of one thing the ring was or should be capable of. There was a very specific reason why he had commissioned the smiths of Draupnir. That was a surprise he would keep for another time though.
For now, he was happy to drive home.