The Gamer Chapter 1474 – 27 Days of Preparation 27 – The Mellowing (Patreon)

“Ya takin’ it very serious, ain’t ya?” Hailey asked, following the dragon maid walking up and down.

“I am recovering something I have neglected,” Aclysia responded and furrowed her eyebrows. Stopping, taking a step backwards, she repeated the stride with a little less swing and a little more grace. Hands folded in front of her crotch, she allowed herself a small pleased hum. “I did not even realize I’ve been stomping around so much recently.”

“The fuck do you mean ‘stomping’?! You’re always walking with enough elegance that you don’t even disturb the last three dust particles you didn’t racially profile and condemned to the fucking concentration bag!” Eliana’s tirade made the maid glare at her. “Oh, what the fuck was possibly unexpected about that string of noises out of my sucking hole?”

“Insinuating that dust can be racially profiled makes it sound like it deserves human rights. It is, literal, dirt under my shoes… speaking of which, who last did the vacuuming?” Aclysia dragged her shoe over the wooden floor. “Because she did a terrible job.”

“Wow, gender profiling,” Eliana drawled sarcastically.

“The chances of a man vacuuming in this household is zero,” Aclysia retorted.

“Because John wouldn’t be caught dead doing housework?” Lee asked, her words underlined by the constant clicking of buttons on her handheld device.

“I would be fine pitching in whenever!” John protested, his own fingers working against hers in an attempt to win the fighting game. The plus side of her having caught up so tremendously on Physical Stats was that he no longer beat her ass raw in any game based on reflexes.

“I would not let him.” Aclysia continued her walking exercise.

“Because ‘Maste…’-“ Lee stopped herself when the dragon maid sent her a warning glare. “Master…” she said the word sincerely and the temperature in the room went up again, “…should never touch a vacuum?”

“No, because I have pride in my work as a housekeeper,” Aclysia returned immediately. “It is a failure if someone outside my cadre is required to clean the room. A lesson you should take to heart already, honorary maid!”

Lee tried to make herself as small as possible, while keeping the string of blocks going that kept her from being obliterated by John’s flurry of attacks. When the game became a stalemate, the fencing of their feet began. All the while, Aclysia continued her pacing.

“Seriously, what the fuck are you going on about with the whole ‘stomping’ shit?” Eliana asked. “The only fucking thing that quakes when you walk is that giant ass of yours.”

“I will take that as a compliment.” Aclysia walked a small curve. Another pleased hum and she followed the length of the living room wall. John could practically sense Hailey and Eliana staring at the maid’s butt. The skirt he had chosen for them hid everything and yet very little, hugging the backside so tightly.

Glancing up from the game, John himself was entranced by the sight for a split second. Well, a split second that led to several seconds. He only snapped back out of it when he heard the “K.O.!” announcement from his handheld.

“Hey!” John complained.

“Don’t blame me if you like women more than gaming, low-tier nerd,” Lee teased him.

“The point is that I was walking like this recently.” Aclysia tilted ever so slightly forwards, her knees bending as if she was about to break out into a sprint. “Rather than this.” She straightened her back and took measured steps.

“Why the fuck does that matter?” Eliana asked.

“Body language has all kinda effects on ya mood,” Hailey weighed in.

“Affirmative.” Aclysia bounced on the spot a bit, loosening up the various parts of her. “If my body language conveys haste and aggression, my mind will follow. If I convey grace and measure, then my mind will follow that as well.” She said all of that as if she was reciting a lesson. “My recent… let’s call it, protective hair trigger built a few bad habits that reinforced the core issue. Little things build up and you gradually become a worse or better person.”

“Or just a different one,” Hailey weighed in. “Saw a bunch of tomboys I used to be friends with get all girly when they started puttin’ dresses on.”

“That happens?” John asked. “I thought tomboy was a consistent lifestyle.”

“Nah, there’s a bunch of girls that kinda go through a phase where they wanna be one of the boys during early puberty and then the hormones kinda kick the balls out of the ovaries,” Hailey reported her experience. “Dunno, obviously didn’t happen to me.”

“Is that because you’re just that much of a tomboy or because you didn’t get the chance to?” John wondered out loud.

“Lil’ bits of both, pro’ly?” Hailey suggested in her southern drawl and cupped her naked tits. “Doin’ all the family farmwork ain’t the environment to turn all girly. Defin’ly wasn’t lackin’ in the ol’ oestrogen storage.” Glancing up for a split second, John was mesmerized by the depth her fingers sunk into the abundant flesh of her firm chest. He only realized the split second had turned into several when he was once again hit by the K.O. sound effect.

“Lee!” he protested and kicked her in the thunder thigh.

“Dude!” She kicked back. “Just admit ya ain’t a true gamer, ya pussy addict!”

“Best out of five,” he growled and they started up the next game.

“So, whaddaya aimin’ at really when ya say ya gonna ‘mellow out’, ‘Clysia?”

“Can we talk about you getting a fucking pass on calling her that?”

“”No,”” Hailey and Aclysia responded in unison.

The country gal then continued on, “Just askin’ ‘cause I don’t know how ya were before.”

“I don’t think I was too different… Well, I used to be incredibly socially inept and inexperienced, not to mention emotionally stunted. Somewhat like Nia, but not like that at all.” Aclysia tilted her head and thought. “It primarily is an exercise of me reacting with less aggression and more decorum. I didn’t use to grab the knife immediately when people spoke ill of Master.”

“Although she did always glare,” John chimed in. At the end of his legs, Lee burst out laughing.

“Dude, what are we even doing at this point?” she asked and lowered the handheld. The soles of their feet were pressing against one another, giving and progressing in a circling rhythm that looked like they were riding a bycicle. The laughter of the Fateweaver came to a sudden end when she heard the K.O. sound. “Oy!”

“Oh, now we are against cheap victories?” John asked.

“On a scale from Beatrice to Claire, I wish to align myself more with Beatrice’s calm,” Aclysia finished up her explanation.

“Actually, that does make me wond’r – does Bae have an obsessive side too? Since she’s your mind twin and all.”

“Beatrice knows of the true value of Master, yes. Typically, she lets me get upset first.” Aclysia suddenly took a sharp turn and marched up to the coffee table. “Would anyone like a refill?” Various affirmations were given around the table, as Aclysia gathered up empty glasses. The open kitchen meant she remained in view and talking distance even as she prepared new drinks.

John was in a mood to get drunk, but he was still grinding with the Creator Puppet and his drunkenness always affected all of his bodies. The consciousness directing all three of his bodies was still housed in his skull, so if his brain was swimming in booze, everything was affected. Even the elementals got a bit tipsy when he was drunk.

“Two to two,” John declared, satisfied, just as the refilled glass of cold orange juice arrived within reach.

“Psh, you’re just beating a tipsy girl.” Lee sipped on the glorious mixture of mint, white rum, brown sugar, water and lime that was a mojito.

“You had one,” John said drily.

“We both know that I get suuuuuper easily affected by… literally anything,” Lee returned. Truer words had never been spoken. Every single time he put even a drop of aphrodisiac on her, she was just a living, breathing plaything for hours. “Ewww, you got an erection.”

John just gave her a deadpan stare.

“So ya gonna strut up and down the livin’ room until ya like the way ya walk again?” Hailey asked, after Aclysia had put a beer in her hand.

“That is the plan.” Aclysia lost no time to put it into practice, immediately returning to doing just that. With each repetition, she hummed happily a little more. She was no songstress like Undine or Nightingale, but her humming was always beautiful. “That is how I originally acquired a satisfying gait.”

“Gait? What’re ya, a… whaddaya call them…”

“Breeding mare?” Eliana suggested.

“I was gonna say somethin’ like ‘treasure horse’, but that works too,” Hailey drawled.

“A flattering comparison,” Aclysia said, completely sincerely. No elaboration was necessary. To be seen as his prized possession worked completely for the maid, she made that much clear repeatedly. John took very good care of what was his and she took very good care of what was hers. It was the whole mutual ownership of a healthy relationship. “Would you not like to be of pleasant appearance?”

“Honestly? Not a priority to me,” Hailey retorted. “Although, again, kinda blessed.” She ran a hand through her hair. “’Specially since the whole Abyss thing made my tits grow to be stupid huge.”

Eliana suddenly shot up, something John only caught in his periphery, and pressed both hands into Hailey’s tits. To not stare while one haremette was kneading the other’s chest was intensely difficult. Especially with all the moaning noises Hailey started making. To be able to orgasm just with her tits was a trait she had had before she became superhumanly sensitive. After getting pounded into being one of the strongest beings on the planet…

“Fuck, these are huge!” Eliana declared, as if that surprised her. “And heavy! Fuck me, you’re going to be able to feed like fourteen kids at once!”

“I, mhhhmmm, don’t wanna have that many at the same time, but I do be hopin’.” Hailey had more to say, but Eliana latched onto her tits. Sucking first one nipple, then bringing the humongous tits together to tease both, Eliana let the sensitive E-cups rise and fall under her. Hailey inevitably toppled over, her voice turning more and more high pitched. “That’s it, sugar… I love ya, ya lil’… Ah, yes!”

“K.O.!” the handheld shouted at John. He had not realized he was staring until Lee’s mocking laughter joined the choir.

“3 out of 5, I win!” she declared.

“Congratulations, your price is that I do with you whatever I want,” John announced.

“Hol’ up, shouldn’t that be-“ Lee only got that far before John had put the handheld into his inventory and held her throat instead. The dark-haired woman immediately bit her lower lips, getting pinned against the firm cushions of the couch. The leather squeaked as leather did under their shifting bodies.

Thick thighs wrapped around his waist and he plunged into her wet cunt immediately. Letting go of her throat let him hear her lustful gasp for air and the moans that left her. “Harder?” he asked when Lee embraced him with all four limbs.

“Harder!” she pleaded, loudly.

John put one arm under her back and the other clawed into her hair. Like that, he kicked into high gear immediately, pounding her hard enough that that the ‘Plap!’ sounds of their meeting groins echoed even louder than the moans of Hailey.

Whenever John looked up from the erotically contorted face of his lay, he saw a small, blueish-pale Polish woman grind against a fairly tall, dirty blonde country gal. Eliana first rubbed her cunt up and down the smooth thigh of her partner, then Hailey reciprocated the attention her tits were receiving by fingering the pretty little psycho on top of her. Aclysia soon got into the mix, smacking Eliana’s round butt repeatedly.

All the sexual energy in the room, of which there was always plenty, was discharged in ten minutes of monotonous and incredibly pleasurable motion. Hammering Lee into the cushion was one among the 22 second favourite activities he had – all of which were doing it with one of his haremettes. The only things he liked doing more were several of them at once.

Plunging into her one more time, John pushed her over the edge just before his cum pumping into her set her off all over again. Seed flooded her hole and the womb that he was thankfully shy of battering with his size. Each spurt was a cause for eyes to roll up and pussy juice to squirt all over their joined sexes.

“Someone likes getting creampied,” John chuckled.

“And… a-aaahnn… and whose fault is that, h-huh?” Lee asked, still trembling from the aftershocks.

‘At least she doesn’t go full mind broken from a little bit of hard pounding,’ John thought. With her level of Libido, that was a genuine possibility. Fun as it was to see them go all cross-eyed and cock drunk, it felt a bit cheap if it happened every time. Not to mention the sheer logistical difficulty he would have had handling his harem of influential super-superhumans if they were all out at least half an hour after each romp.

“Kinda a shame we didn’t have one of ya over here. Coulda really used somethin’ inside me,” Hailey complained, after things had calmed down.

“Could always ask Aclysia if she’s going to whip her fucking cock out,” Eliana suggested.

“No.”

The harshness of John’s answer cut through and ended Hailey’s amused chuckle. For half a second, she looked confused, then asked, “Wait a sec, that’s a thing?”

“Technically it is, practically it was,” John stated.

“Can ya do a gal a fav’r and elaborate?” The blonde looked back and forth between John and Aclysia. “’Cause I feel like someone’s takin’ me down to Texas for a good time.” That was another phrase that left John confused. “There are no good times in Texas.”

“Ah, right… Oklahoma rivalry…” John shook his head, then let out a deep sigh. “Alright, so, the Artifical Spirits unlocked the ability to grow dicks when they wanted when they hit Libido 25 and when that first became a thing, we did sometimes use it because I didn’t have doubles or anything but…-“

“Hol’ up,” Hailey stopped him there. “Ya let other dicks around your harem?”

“Well, I mentalized it more as on-command strap-ons,” the Gamer stated. “Which, for the record, I can no longer do, and looking back to it, I regret ever having done it. One of those things you find permissible when you’re younger but not when you’re older, I guess.” He tried to recall when they had stopped doing that, but failed to draw a conclusive line. His growing discomfort had been plainly visible, so the practice had stopped first around him, then gradually even been removed from when he wasn’t around, until they used actual strap-ons if any at all. “You tempted?” he asked, mostly out of curiosity. Even if she said yes, there was a silent understanding that she wouldn’t get that.

Hailey considered for a moment, then shook her head. “Nah, I’m a good gal, you’re the only person I wanna have all the way inside me… although double-sided dildos are fun…”

“Toys and actually attached things are not the same,” John stated and rolled his neck. “Anyway, the long and short of it is that I’m not into that. I was accepting of it for a time, not anymore.”

“Ya ever touched any of them?” Hailey asked.

“No. Change of topic.”

“Uncomfortable?”

“Mildly, makes me cringe at my past self.” He put a finger on Lee’s lips before she could speak up. “No, it is not because I’m so deeply insecure about being secretly bisexual that I don’t even want to explore the topic.”

“Meh, I was gonna say secretly gay.”

“…I literally just pumped you full of enough baby batter that the average person would assume I hid a small hose via a clever camera angle.”

“Don’t you fucking say ‘baby batter’!” Eliana protested. “Sounds like you pumped her full of the good stuff, not the shitty infertile goop you disappoint me with, you fucking pregnancy tease.”

John was of half a mind to tease her about it, but he liked his spleen where it was.

Instead, they just bantered about something else.